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                                        Taken At a Rest Stop
By vulgus

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Story codes: NC/MMF/MMM+F/WS/Best/Hum/BD/SM

This is a dark, nasty, disturbing story containing page after
page of perversion. It is not for the faint of heart. The first
of it was written and posted several months ago and in response
to a surprising number of requests, I wrote a sequel. It is
included here. Please don't try to read this if you don't have a
strong stomach. And no, for the more nave among you, this is not
a true story and no animals were harmed the in the making of this
story.

To that small group of disturbed people who have enjoyed my
previous efforts and encouraged me, thank you.

We left home late this morning. My husband and I were taking a
couple of weeks off and driving from our home in Northern Vermont
to Florida. We had planned to leave early this morning and stop
for the first night just south of Pennsylvania. Unfortunately,
that wasn't how it worked out. 

We had the car packed last night with everything but our
toiletries and our pillows. We always travel with our own
pillows. When we got up this morning we took quick showers and
dressed and went outside, planning on having breakfast down the
road somewhere. My husband, Jim, took the toiletry bag out to the
car and I was going around the house one last time to make sure
nothing was left on that shouldn't be. 

I went outside to find Jim unloading the trunk. We had a flat
tire! I helped him as much as I could, which wasn't much. It
seems like most of our suitcases weigh more than I do. He got the
spare tire and the jack out and changed the tire. Once the tire
had been changed we discussed it and decided that the prudent
thing to do would be to replace the tire so that we would have a
spare. We didn't want to get stuck on the side of the road
without. Since the trunk was already unloaded the time to do that
was now. I waited on the porch, impatiently, as Jim rushed into
town and waited for our small town's only service station to open
and get the tire replaced.

By the time he had returned and we had loaded the trunk again we
were almost three hours late. The problem with that is, we knew
from past experience that it can be very difficult when traveling
south on I-81 to find a motel room at night in Pennsylvania. On
one previous trip we had ended up driving through the state,
although we were exhausted. The last time we had ended up taking
a nap in a rest stop, not very restful.

Sure enough, because of our late start, we ended up, after
looking for a room at several exits, giving up and stopping for a
short nap at a rest stop. It was a typical rest stop. We parked
in a well lit area near the restrooms. Not good for sleeping, but
safer. There were other cars and trucks and RVs in the parking
lot, it seemed safe.

We put our seats all the way back and put the seat backs down as
far as they would go and tried to sleep. Jim finally dozed off
but after about half an hour I got the urge to go to the ladies
room. I quietly opened my door and slid out, careful not to wake
Jim, and went up the sidewalk and used the facilities. I came
back out and there was no sign of trouble until I opened the door
and sat down. I didn't even realize at first that my seatback was
now upright. I was too sleepy I guess.

The first sign I had that we were in trouble was when I looked to
see if Jim was awake and I saw him sitting with his eyes wide
open and a gun was held to his head. I started to scream, but
before I could a hand came around from the back and clamped over
my mouth firmly.

I tried to bite the hand and struggled to get free of it, but I
heard a loud click as the man holding the gun to Jim's head
cocked it. I froze and the man behind me asked me, "Are you ready
to behave, or do you want this young fella's brains splattered
all over the windshield?" 

I froze. I stopped struggling and slumped down in my seat. The
man behind me cautiously took his hand away and when I was quiet,
he sat back in his seat and left me alone.

The man behind Jim said, "Do you guys see how this works? One of
you fucks up, the other one gets hurt, or worse. You do what you
are told, when you are told and maybe you live to tell the police
later. Or not, depends on my mood, so you better be nice to me."

I was so scared I thought I was going to throw up. I looked at
Jim and saw that he had an ugly bruise on his forehead. It
suddenly struck me, "Oh my god, I left the car door unlocked!
Shit, I let these criminals in!" I started crying and Jim tried
to hold me, but the man behind him stopped him.

"Let the bitch cry," he said. "I like the sound. It's pleasant,
like a brook running through your back yard. You might as well
get used to it. She'll probably be making that sound a lot."

He ordered Jim to start the car and pull up behind a large RV at
the far end of the parking lot. It was parked all by itself in
the dark under some overhanging tree branches. Jim hesitated for
just a second and suddenly a leather strap, a belt, came over the
top of my seat and over my neck and I was being strangled.

"Alright," Jim yelled, as he started the car. "Alright, I'm doing
it!"

The strap around my throat loosened, but didn't go away. Jim
pulled up to the back of the RV and then, following directions,
he got out slowly. The man sitting behind him got out and
followed Jim, with gun drawn, as he made Jim precede him into the
RV. I tried to see him as he followed Jim around the vehicle but
it was dark. I could tell that he seemed large, sturdy, but I
couldn't tell anything else about him. 

As soon as he was out of sight I felt a hand come around the seat
and begin to explore my left breast. I jumped, but the belt
tightened and I offered no resistance. I wasn't wearing a bra. I
normally do, of course, but on long trips I find that they make
it impossible to get comfortable towards the end of the day, so I
had left it off this morning. 

The man behind me realized it right away and said, "Good girl! I
appreciate your making it easier for me by not wearing a damned
bra. I tell you what, how about if you lift that fucking shirt up
over your tits so I can get a good feel."

I was terrified, and it made it so much worse that he seemed to
be so calm and in control. My hands shook as I lifted my polo
shirt up over my chest and held it under my chin. 

Instantly the hot, sweaty hand began exploring my flesh, now
unhindered by the material of my thin top. He cupped my breast
and lifted it in his hand as though weighing it. Then he began
pinching and pulling on my nipple, not hurting me, just toying
with me. I could only sit quietly with my eyes pressed closed and
allow him to do anything he wished.

The man that had taken Jim inside finally came back out and
opened my door. He smiled down at me, obviously enjoying the
sight of my breasts, and the evidence of my surrender. I glanced
at his face and did not like what I saw. He appeared to be around
forty years old. His face was weathered and he appeared to be in
very good shape. He looked strong, and he looked evil. I could
hope that he was putting on a show for me, but I didn't think
that was the case. He looked like the sort of person the
detectives are always looking for on TV, evil.

He reached out and grabbed my arm and pulled me out of the car.
He wasn't holding the gun now, but he knew I wasn't going
anywhere. He led me to the door of the RV and pushed me inside.
When I was half way in I saw Jim tied to a chair and gagged. I
guess he must have struggled because now it looked like his lip
was cut.

I had hesitated when I saw my husband tied to the chair and the
man behind me put his hand on my backside and pushed me inside.
He followed me in and pushed me into a chair. My hands were
handcuffed to the bottom of the chair and a rag was taped in my
mouth. Then he went back outside and I heard noises in the back
of the RV. I had seen the tow dolly attached to the back of the
RV. They were hooking up our car. I didn't know if that was good
or bad. 

I looked at Jim. Jim was normally my tower of strength. It
terrified me that he looked beaten. We seemed to be totally
helpless, totally hopeless. It was horrible, I kept feeling dizzy
and I was afraid I was going to faint.

Before long the two men who had taken us came in. The one that
had been playing with my breast came in second, behind the larger
man that seemed to be in control. He stopped to pinch my nipple
and smile down at me and I saw him for the first time. 

He was much like the first man; in fact they looked like they
might be brothers. They were both tall, rough looking, sturdy,
strong, and, as I said, evil. They both had a very scary look in
their eyes whenever I had the nerve to look one of them in the
eyes. 

The second one, he appeared to be slightly younger, late thirties
I guess, walked up front and got in the driver's seat. In a few
minutes the RV was driving down the Interstate in the dark, with
my husband and I held helpless in the back.

They ignored us for a while, both of them sitting up front and
talking quietly. They drove for nearly an hour before they pulled
off the Interstate and into a gas station. They filled up the
fuel tank and the older one came back out with a couple of cups
of coffee and soon they were driving down the secondary roads and
I had no idea where we were going.

I was exhausted, but much too scared to doze off. I couldn't see
anything in the dark outside. Every time I looked at our captors
I got a feeling of terror in the pit of my stomach. So I just sat
with my head resting on the seat back and stared at the ceiling.

I finally noticed a light coming from the microwave oven and saw
that it was four in the morning. Not long after that the driver
slowed and pulled off the road, driving slowly through the trees
on a very rough trail. I had the impression that we were a long
way from anything.

He drove slowly through the woods for about five minutes and
finally came to a stop. I looked outside but it was pitch black
and I couldn't see a thing.

The two men that had taken us stood up and stretched. The driver
went into the back and I heard him using the bathroom. The other
one, the older one, the more evil of the two if I was correct,
stood looking down at me. At last he reached into his pocket and
dug out the key and leaned down and unlocked my handcuffs.

 My arms were free now, but I had no place to go. I sat, waiting
for whatever was to happen next. I was long past hoping I would
not be raped. Now I was just praying that we would not be killed.
I was not so stupid that I did not know that they would rape me.

The one in charge spoke quietly to me. "Do you remember what I
told you back at the rest stop?" I was too terrified to think and
he must have seen the blank look in my eyes. "I told you that
anytime either of you does something I don't like, or doesn't do
what they are told, the other one pays for it. Do you remember
now?"

I nodded. I still had the gag in my mouth.

"Do you believe me?" he asked.

There was absolutely no question in my mind that they would take
pleasure in hurting us, or killing us, as the spirit moved them.

I nodded again.

"Smart girl," he said. "I'm going to take that gag off now. You
don't make a sound, not one peep. You don't speak unless spoken
to. I don't want to hear a who, a what, a why, or a where come
out of your mouth."

I nodded my understanding and he ripped the tape off of my mouth
and pulled the cloth out and tossed it onto the counter nearby. I
took a couple of deep breaths and licked my dry lips. I kept
swallowing, trying to get some moisture in my mouth. 

The man that had been driving came back out from the bathroom and
the one who had been doing the talking said, "This is my little
brother Luke. My name is JT. You can call us both Sir, when we
let you speak, which won't be often. Now I was serious about
that, I consider unauthorized talking a serious offense and I
promise you that both of you will regret it if I catch you. That
means talking between you, too."

I nodded my understanding and he continued, "Good, you seem like
a real smart girl. Maybe there is just a slight chance you two
will come out of this okay. Now, I would like for you to stand
up," and he paused while I struggled to my feet and tried to
stand on legs that quivered in terror. 

When I was standing at last he continued, "Good girl, now, take
those clothes off for me."

It certainly came as no surprise, but still I wasn't sure how I
was going to get through it. I took a deep breath, hesitating for
only a second and suddenly he swung around and hit Jim with the
back of his hand violently. I screamed and he grabbed my throat
and held me so that only my toes touched the floor. "What did I
tell you about not obeying" he asked conversationally. 

That was part of what made this so terrifying, made them so evil.
They acted like kidnapping people and hurting them were just
things that everyone did. This was all just a part of their
normal everyday lives, just another day at work.

I struggled with my polo shirt, while I still dangled from his
fingers. Finally he released me and I pulled my shirt over my
head and dropped it in the chair behind me. 

"Damn," he said to his brother. "Not much in the tit
department."

Luke grinned and said, "They felt just fine to me, JT."

I kicked off my sandals and slid my loose fitting shorts and my
panties down together and stepped out of them. I stood back up
and waited with my hands at my sides for whatever was going to
happen next. 

JT stared at me for a moment, and then he went up front and
picked up my purse from the consol between the front seats. I
hadn't even seen them bring it in. He dug around in it and pulled
out my wallet and pulled out my driver's license. He held it up
and looked at my license and looked at me and read, "Jean Davis,
Star Route, Littleton, Vermont, born July 17th, 1984. That would
make you twenty-two, right?" I nodded and he read on. "Five foot
four inches, 114 pounds, blonde hair, blue eyes. And if there had
been a block on here for 'cute little thing' they would have had
to check that too. Your tits are a little small, but you are a
good looking little thing."

"How long have you been married?" he asked.

"Two years next week," I answered, not much louder than a
whisper.

JT suddenly swung around and drove the back of his hand into
Jim's face again. I screamed and he turned back around and
grinned at me and, seeing the obvious confusion in my face said,
"Sir! Two years next week, SIR! Damn girl, I hope you start
learning faster than you have been, your poor old man is having a
hard time here." 

"We've been married two years next week sir." I said again. Oh
god, poor Jim. I was trying so hard to do what they wanted!

JT smiled and said, "That's better. Now, come over here. Let's
check you out and see what we have to work with."

I was only a few feet away from him. This was a very large and
obviously very expensive RV, but still, there is only so much
room to play with. I edged closer and he watched me, enjoying my
terror, feeding on it like a vampire. When I was close enough he
reached out and roughly squeezed and pulled on my breasts. I
winced in pain, but I didn't try to protect myself. He mauled my
breasts for a few minutes and then he concentrated on my nipples.
He pulled them out as far as they would go and then moved them
around in all different directions. Squeezing and pulling and
staring into my eyes to feed off of my pain. 

I tried not to look at Jim, who was seated so that I was being
manhandled right in front of him. JT looked down at him and saw
that his eyes were closed and said to me, "What's your hubby's
name little lady?"

"Jim sir," I answered instantly.

JT looked down at Jim and in the voice you would expect from a
concerned teacher talking to a student he said, "Jimmy, boy. I
don't want to look down and see your eyes closed again. You pay
attention to what's going on here, alright?"

Jim muttered what sounded like it must have been, "Yes sir,"
through his gag and then opened his eyes and watched JT molest me
as he had been ordered. 

JT smiled and said, "Good boy." Then he reached down and shoved a
couple of fingers into my pussy, roughly, as though trying to
hurt me. I grunted, but didn't move. I was surprised that my
pussy didn't seem to be dry. I certainly wasn't turned on. I
suppose it must be my body's natural reaction to the things that
were happening. Still it was embarrassing when JT pulled his
fingers out and showed them to his brother Luke and to my husband
and kidded about how much fun I was having.

He put his fingers back in my pussy and moved them around and
said, "Still nice and tight." He looked at Luke and said, "This
is some prime pussy, Luke."

After a few minutes he pulled his fingers out of me and turned me
around and ordered me to bend down and put my hands flat on the
floor and spread my legs shoulder width apart.

I did as he instructed and I could feel the eyes of all three of
them on my exposed privates. Luke chuckled and said, "God damn! I
can't wait to get me some of that!"

I felt the tears streaming down my cheeks as first one and then
both brothers explored my body from the back. Fingers poked and
prodded, delving deeply into my pussy and even forcing themselves
into my butt. I didn't move though, I didn't object. Except for
an occasional grunt of pain, I stayed down and stayed quiet and
tried to divorce my mind from what was happening to me.

I heard the obvious sound of clothing being removed and I could
tell that the older brother was undressing while Luke continued
to explore my body energetically.

When JT was undressed Luke stepped back and watched as JT ordered
me stand up and turn around. I obeyed instantly, wavering
slightly as I stood because so much of my blood had gone to my
head in this awkward position. When I was standing JT pulled me
close and kissed me passionately. I knew better than to resist. I
forced myself to return his kiss, fully aware that if JT wasn't
satisfied that Jim would suffer for it.

As JT held me close and our tongues entwined he continued to
explore my body with his large, rough hands. He began sawing one
hand up and down my slit and I started moving my hips in
response. He was intelligent enough to know that I was doing what
I had to do, but he broke the kiss and smiled up at his brother
and said, "Damn Luke, look at her go! This bitch is hot!"

I prayed that Jim realized that I was doing what I had to do so
that he wouldn't be hurt. I felt JT pressing on my shoulders and
I dropped to my knees. His cock was right in my face, hard and
red and throbbing. It appeared to be about the same size as my
husband's, seven inches, and so, not all that threatening. At
least that was what I tried to convince myself.

I didn't wait to be told. I reached up with my hands to take hold
of his cock, but he slapped my hands away and said, "A little
later I'll want you to use your fingers to tickle my balls, other
than that you don't need them."

I parted my lips and, although I am not very good at it, I did my
best to please him with my mouth. I did it from time to time for
Jim, but I didn't really care for it. It seemed like such a nasty
thing to do. Of course I never let him ejaculate in my mouth. I
knew, however, that JT and Luke were not going to be as
understanding.

JT let me struggle with his cock in my mouth for a few moments. I
am reasonably sure that he was enjoying my discomfort more than
the actual stimulation he received from my lips and tongue. It
wasn't long before the stimulation my clumsy efforts provided
were inadequate and he grabbed my head and started forcing
himself deeper. In seconds he was forcing his cock much deeper
than I had ever experienced before and I was gagging and the
tears were flowing down my cheeks anew. But still I didn't
resist. I struggled to breathe and let him do anything he wanted
and much to my shock I suddenly found myself with his cock all
the way down my throat!

JT looked at Jim and said, "Ain't that pretty? I knew she could
do it. Yeah baby, that's what I like. Keep doing that."

He released his hold on my head and let me continue on my own.
With great difficulty and a lot of pain I was able to continue to
force my lips down to the smelly, sweaty base of his cock on
every stroke now. JT leaned back and watched my struggles with
obvious pleasure. It wasn't long before he started groaning and
at last he grabbed my head. I could tell that he was about to
ejaculate and so I brought my hand up and tickled his balls while
he held my face buried in his stomach as he ejaculated into my
throat.

I forced myself not to resist and remained there, struggling to
get enough oxygen until he finally pulled his cock out of my
throat and then, after I had caught the last few drops of his cum
on my tongue he pulled it out of my mouth altogether.

I had been preoccupied and had not noticed that Luke was naked
now. Not until JT moved away and Luke took his place. Luke's cock
was fractionally longer and just a tiny bit thicker. It wasn't as
if he was threatening me with some monster cock, but I had just
been used very roughly and it was hard to continue without a
moment's rest. As I expected though, there would be no rest. 

Luke didn't give me a chance to suck his cock. As soon as the
head of his cock was in my mouth he grabbed my head and started
fucking my face forcefully. On the second thrust he was all the
way down my throat and all I could do was try to time my breaths
between his savage strokes. I didn't even notice the terrible,
unclean smell coming from him until the very end when he held me
just as JT had and shot his slimy cum down my throat. I took
comfort in the fact that he had not lasted very long. Neither of
them had. I assumed that there would be many more opportunities
for them to take their time and increase my suffering.

Luke finally pulled his organ from my mouth but I was too scared
to move. I stayed just as I was until someone told me what I
should do next. It didn't take long. Luke moved over to the chair
I had been handcuffed to and sat on my clothes. 

JT came back around and I saw that he was already hard again. He
put his cock back in my poor, tired mouth, but when I started to
take it down like he had made me do last time he stopped me and
just let me hold the head of it in my mouth. "Yeah baby, that's
good. You are turning out to be easier to train that I thought
you would. That was some good head. I bet you didn't even know
what a good cocksucker you were did you?"

I shook my head gently.

"That's okay," he said, "You can thank me later. Now it's time to
see just how good that pussy of yours is. He stepped back and
ordered me to stretch out on the floor in front of my husband. I
obeyed instantly and JT knelt between my knees and started
licking my thighs and my stomach before he centered on my slit
and ate me with much more flair than I would have expected from
him. I fought it with all of my will but within minutes I was
lifting my hips to meet his tongue and finally shuddering as I
came with his mouth pressed over my pussy and his tongue buried
deeply in my slit.

I felt so guilty. I knew I could never look Jim in the eye again.
Letting that cretin give me an orgasm was much worse than letting
both of them cum in my mouth. He stared up at me over my heaving
breasts and as soon as I started to relax and come back down from
my orgasm he moved over me and looked into my face and ordered me
to put his cock in my slit. I obeyed and he held it in place for
a minute while, at his further instruction I licked my juices
from his face. Then he started fucking me. Slowly at first, then
with increasing violence until he was thrusting in and out of me
with astonishing force and speed. It hurt, but it was impossible
to ignore the sensations in my swollen pussy and soon I was
cumming again. 

When I finally became aware that I was holding him tightly in my
arms and squeezing him with my legs I almost screamed in dismay.
He had cum shortly after I had and when I opened my eyes he was
staring at me smugly.

"Yeah, you are one hot cunt, aren't you baby. We are going to get
along just fine."

I could only cry softly and say, "Yes sir."

JT got off of me and walked up my body on his knees until his
semi hard, slimy male organ was dangling at my lips. "One of your
jobs, bitch, will be to always clean off the cock that has just
pleasured you, then you kiss it and say thank you sir."

I opened my mouth and lifted my head, taking JT's cock in my
mouth. I managed to control my gagging and suck his nasty cock
clean. Then I let it slip from between my lips and kissed the
head softly and said, "Thank you sir."

At last he lifted off of me and as soon as he was out of the way
his brother fell on me heavily. He had obviously not learned
anything from watching his older brother. His attack was violent
and totally lacking in style. I thought to myself, "This is the
kind of attack that the word 'fuck' was meant to describe. It was
nothing but brutal and degrading. Of course, he was not in the
least concerned with my feelings or opinions and he was not doing
it to please me.

I just closed my eyes and waited for it to be over. Fortunately
it didn't take long. Luke came in me, and then he collapsed on
top of me and caught his breath while robbing me of my own.

He finally rolled off and leaned back against a chair and sat
staring at me. I was in my own little world, trying to deal with
what I was being put through. Fortunately though, I remembered
just in time what I was required to do.

I sat up and crawled over between Luke's legs and took his smelly
cock into my mouth and sucked it clean. I finally released it and
kissed it and said, "Thank you sir." As I sat back up it occurred
to me that his cock was probably the cleanest part of his filthy
body.

The light coming through the RV windows caught my eye and I was
shocked to see that it was morning. I looked at Jim and then at
JT and tried to think of some way to ease Jim's suffering. He
must be dying of thirst and probably had to go to the bathroom. I
had to take a chance.

I raised my hand and when JT looked at me questioningly I pointed
to my mouth and then brought my hands together to plead for
permission to speak.

He grinned and said, "Well, now I have to figure out if you want
to suck my cock again or are you asking to speak." He watched my
discomfort and then finally relented and said, "Alright slut,
what do you want?"

I said, "Thank you sir. Please sir, can I please take the gag out
of my husband's mouth and give him some water sir. Please sir, he
won't do anything stupid, he doesn't want to see me get hurt."

JT smiled and asked, "That's all you want?"

I decided I might as well go for broke. "Sir, he probably needs
to go to the bathroom. He has been tied up for a very long
time."

JT said, "I guess we can work something out, but just remember,
if you want to get something, you always have to give
something."

"Yes sir," I said, "anything you want."

"Luke," JT said. "Untie our boy here and let him go to the
bathroom. Then let him have a bottle of water."

"No problem bro," Luke said genially.

It took him almost five minutes to set Jim free from his
bindings. It took Jim several tries to stand up. He finally made
his way to the bathroom, using the counters and walls to support
himself. He was led back in a few minutes and Luke grabbed a
bottle of water from the refrigerator. He led Jim to the chair I
had been riding in and after Jim sat down he gulped down nearly
half the water immediately. JT took a length of rope and put it
around Jim's neck and draped it down the back of the chair and
attached it to the bottom of the chair. Once Jim had finished the
bottle of water JT instructed Luke to attach the hand cuffs to
his wrists. 

It was cruel, but at least he was free of those tightly wound
ropes that had held him so cruelly for the last few hours.

Once Jim was handcuffed JT said, "Alright, time to get some rest.
I get her today. You get her tomorrow, okay Luke?"

Luke was sated. He had already gotten a blowjob and fucked me
violently. He had no problem deferring to his older brother who
he obviously worshipped. I was not certain, but I was starting to
think that Luke might be just a little bit off. But then, they
had just kidnapped and raped me, how normal could they be?

JT pushed me along into the little bedroom in the back of the RV
while Luke stretched out on the small sofa.

I thought I would have a short rest, since, like his brother, JT
has just had two orgasms in close order. It turns out that I had
a lot to learn about these two sex fiends. I knelt on the bed and
started to crawl up toward the head when JT stopped me. "Jesus
cunt, you're leaking cum all over the fucking place. What a
pig!"

Yeah, it's all my fault asshole!

He pulled me back to my feet and made me stand with one foot up
on the bed and scoop up the cum leaking from my pussy and eat it.
JT and his brother had really enjoyed me, judging by the amount
of ejaculate dripping from my pussy and running down my thighs. I
gagged a couple of times, but I managed to swallow it all.
Finally JT had satisfied himself that I had consumed all that I
could from my body, and then he sent me into the tiny little
bathroom and let me use the facilities and wash up a little. I
also took the opportunity to rinse out my mouth, for all the good
it did. As soon as I returned to the bedroom I was kneeling with
my mouth on JT's cock and his hand buried in my crotch.

It took much longer this time, but I remembered to tickle his
balls when he started to cum, and I remembered to lick him clean
and thank him properly. Finally I was allowed to sleep. I had
been awake for most of the last twenty-four hours and I had been
kidnapped and raped repeatedly and I was exhausted. Despite our
desperate situation I slept like a log until late afternoon.

When I finally woke up I had to go to the bathroom but I was
afraid to move without permission. I was afraid he might think I
was trying to escape or something. Time flies awfully slowly when
you have to go to the bathroom. Even though I dreaded whatever
the day would bring, I was desperate for JT to wake up and allow
me to go to the toilet.

When he finally got up he dragged me along with him to the
bathroom. I watched, reluctantly, as he stood at the toilet and
emptied his bladder. I saw him watching me fidget beside him. I
knew that it was obvious what I wanted. 

As soon as he was finished he pulled me in front of him and sat
me down on the toilet seat that he had just finished spraying
with urine. I cringed as my butt hit the wet seat, but as soon as
I was seated my bladder let go. I closed my eyes in relief, and
was surprised when I felt something on my lips. I opened my eyes
and saw his cock dangling right in my face, drops of urine still
clinging to the end. I opened my mouth and he placed his soft
cock on my tongue. I closed my mouth and started sucking gently
and soon his cock was rock hard. 

I expected him to start forcing it into my throat, but instead he
led me back out to the living area and bent me down so that I was
leaning on the chair that Jim was chained to. My face was just
inches from my husband's when JT drove his cock into my pussy
from behind. I was not lubricated like I had been last night, or
rather this morning, and it hurt like hell. But I made no sounds
but the grunts of pain as he fucked me. When he finally erupted
inside of me he pulled out slowly and I turned around and dropped
to my knees and sucked his cock clean. Then I kissed it and
thanked him as instructed.

Luke had sat up on the couch to watch and JT sat down beside him.
They just stared at me for a moment and then JT pointed to my
crotch.  I looked down and saw his cum oozing out of me and I
scooped it up and ate it. 

"Good girl," JT said. "In fact, you have been so good I am going
to let your darling husband go to the bathroom. Luke, take the
wimp outside and let him do his business. When you get back I'll
let you get a morning blowjob before she starts work."

Luke unlocked Jim's wrists and unfastened the rope around his
throat and pushed him through the door roughly. While they were
outside JT said, "After you take care of Luke I want you to make
breakfast. Then you can clean up the bathroom, you made a mess of
the toilet seat. After that you can go through the closets and
throw away all the clothes you find." My blood chilled when he
said, "The old owners won't need them anymore. I'll go through
the drawers, don't want you to have to do all the work."

Luke brought Jim back inside and put him back in the chair and
fastened his wrists again. As soon as Jim was secured he stood in
front of him and made me kneel at his feet and suck him off. This
time, unlike the first blowjob I had been forced to give him, he
let me do all of the work. I did my best to please him and before
long I was taking him into my throat, but just as he started to
cum he pulled out of my throat and filled my mouth with his slimy
load. I looked at his face as he came, his eyes were closed, but
as soon as he finished he looked at me and patted my head like a
good pet.

I licked the last traces of cum from the head of his cock and
then kissed his cock and said, "Thank you sir."

 "Sweetheart, I do believe that was the best blowjob I have ever
had," Luke said. It sounded like he actually thought I would be
proud!

"I am so proud," I thought. The asshole likes my blowjobs. If I
live through this I will put it on my resume."

I got up and went to the refrigerator. It was well stocked. I
assume by the people who had thought they would be going on a
nice vacation before they came across JT and Luke. I didn't know
if they intended for me to feed all four of us, but I decided it
would be easier to cook for four than to ask. I made coffee and a
simple breakfast of bacon and eggs and toast.

I couldn't figure out how to set up the dinette table so Luke did
that. I filled four plates with breakfast and while they ate I
fed Jim, they would not free him so that he could eat. Jim tried
to avoid eating at first, but I made him eat. By the time I
finished feeding him, my breakfast was cold, but I ate what I
could and then I put the dishes in the sink and went in and
cleaned the bathroom. It wasn't that bad. I guess these two
cavemen had only recently stolen the RV. 

When the bathroom was clean I went into the bedroom and started
pulling clothes out of the closet. As I worked I noticed a
picture on the wall. It was a picture of a nice looking middle
age couple who I was pretty sure were dead now. I had trouble
holding back the tears as I handled their clothes. Once they were
all in a pile I grabbed a large handful and struggled out to the
sitting area. JT saw me coming and stepped through the outside
door and held it for me as I struggled outside. 

Once I was on the ground I looked at him and he pointed to an
area on the side of the clearing we were parked in. I walked over
and dropped the clothing and looked around quickly as I headed
back for more. It was a pretty little clearing right by a brook.
There did not appear to be any signs of civilization nearby. No
other campers, no building, no sounds of traffic anywhere
nearby.

It took me six trips to get all of the clothing into a pile.
After depositing the last armful I went back inside and JT
started going through their personal possessions in the drawers
and tossing their things beside me on the bed, looking for
anything of value. When he came to the woman's lingerie he slowed
down to see if there was anything of interest. I thanked god that
nothing caught his eye. The idea of having to wear any of that
poor woman's clothing horrified me. For some reason the idea of
wearing her lingerie was just that much worse.

I made another half dozen trips outside with my arms full of a
lifetime of personal belongings. Luke had been going through the
storage areas along the outside of the RV and he pulled out a
couple of lounge chairs and set them up. It was a pretty
afternoon and they apparently planned on just lying around and
recuperating from a hard day of raping me. They brought Jim out
and attached him to a small tree not far from where they had the
chairs set up. I suppose that they wanted to make sure that any
time they chose to degrade me he had a front row seat.

Once Luke and JT were comfortable they sent me in to get them
each a beer. I returned with their drinks and then JT said,
"Remember earlier, when I told you that if you wanted to get
something you had to give something?"

I said, "Yes sir."

He said, "Well, now it's time. Come over here."

I stood beside his chair and he told me to take his pants off.

"Christ!" I thought, "Don't these guys ever get enough?!"

I leaned down and pulled his boots off and then I unfastened his
pants and slid them off as he lifted his butt off of the chair. I
folded them up and he took them from me and set them aside and
then I pulled his shorts off. 

He directed me to lick his balls and after I had done that for a
while he ordered me to suck his cock. When he was hard he reached
down into his pants pocket and handed me a tube. I looked at it.
It was KY jelly. 

"Put some of that on your asshole, and lube up my dick, then get
over here and sit down on it."

I hurried to comply before he decided to take it out on Jim. I
put some of the stuff on my finger and spread it around my
asshole. I pushed as much as I could inside. Then I liberally
coated his cock.

I put the cap back on and straddled his chair and struggled to
line up his cock with my asshole. 

"Have you ever taken it up the ass before cunt?" he asked.

"I tried it once sir. It hurt too much and we stopped."

"Well, we aren't going to stop this time." He turned to Jim and
said, "Jimmy boy, I hope you appreciate this. I am doing you a
big favor here breaking this bitch in for you."

He turned back to me and said, "Okay bitch, fuck me with that hot
ass of yours."

I was in a very difficult position, aside from having a cock
poised to enter my ass. My legs were spread too widely as I
straddled his lounge chair and I was having trouble keeping my
balance. I started lowering myself slowly and felt his cock head
pressing against my opening. 

I was having trouble controlling my descent and he could see
that. I saw the look of amusement on his face as the head of his
cock popped through and entered me. I tried desperately to
control my descent onto JT's cock, but once it started I lost my
balance and I screamed in pain as I slid quickly down and buried
it in my ass. 

JT laughed at my struggles and my pain. Then he told me to start
pumping. I grabbed the arm of his chair and tried to improve my
footing and slid back up his shaft. It was hard to tell, but once
I judged that I had reached the end I started back down, more
controlled this time. It was excruciating, both for my legs and
my ass, but I was too terrified to do anything but strive to
please this man who I was convinced was a cold blooded killer. 

I finally got a rhythm going and he watched my breasts swinging
wildly as I skewered myself on his cock. Every once in a while he
would reach up and play with a breast, or pull on, or pinch a
nipple, to throw me off of my rhythm. It seemed like a long time,
but eventually I could see that I was finally getting to him and
I started speeding up as much as I could. 

He had set his beer aside and he reached up and grabbed both of
my breasts with his hands and squeezed viciously and came in my
body once more. I slowed to a stop and when he was finished I
climbed off and, trying not to think about what I was doing, I
bent forward and cleaned his cock and his balls with my tongue.
Then I kissed his cock and thanked him properly.

He grabbed his beer again and ordered me to turn around and bend
over so he could see my asshole. Out of fear I obeyed instantly
and as I did, as I displayed myself to them, the pain that
remained from what I had just done was overshadowed by the shame
of being displayed and used this way. 

He looked at me for a minute and said, "Nice fuck, but you're
disgusting. Go inside and use the bathroom and clean your nasty
ass up. Don't dawdle."

I said, "Yes sir," and hurried in and sat on the toilet. I was
relieved that there was no sign of blood. It had felt like I had
torn something when I fell down on his cock.

I cleaned myself quickly and hurried back outside.

I was ordered to show him my ass again and he said, "Look at that
Luke, I told you it would close right back up."

I stood between the two of them, bent over and holding my ass
open for a few moments and then they had me sit down on the
ground between them. I sat there quietly, only stirring when they
wanted another beer. 

It started getting dark and I was put to work cooking supper. I
made hamburgers and macaroni and cheese, it's hard to plan a meal
when you don't know what the larders are stocked with and you
don't know what the people you are feeding want to eat. I wanted
to feed them poison, but even if I knew where there was some I
hadn't the nerve to try it. Not yet anyway.

I cleaned up after we ate and then I heard noise coming from the
back of the RV. They were removing the dolly with our car
attached. I looked out back and saw them push our car under some
trees and then they did the same with the tow dolly. They put the
lounge chairs back in the underneath storage and finally they
brought Jim in and put him back in his chair. I was sent in and
told to shower and get cleaned up and they brought in my
suitcases and laid them out on the bed and went through them.

I took a shower and dried off and then went to see what they
wanted next. JT had taken a pair of scissors to one of my skirts
and when I put it on it ended just below my pussy. At least it
seemed to. I wasn't allowed to look in a mirror. It's hard to
tell looking down.

Next he handed me a see-through blouse. It's meant to be worn
over a bra and a slip, or under a jacket or a vest. I pulled it
on and the first thing I noticed was that he had removed all of
the buttons. I tied it under my breasts and looked down. There
was more cleavage showing than I had ever displayed before, but
the fact that my breasts, my nipples, were plainly visible under
the top made the amount of cleavage on display pretty much a
non-issue. 

JT finally pulled me around and stood me where I could see myself
in the mirror in the bedroom. It was awful. As I said, my breasts
were plainly visible and I was pretty sure that from a lower
angle at least a part of my slit would also be on display. The
hem of the skirt was crooked and there were threads dangling. It
looked awful. It was slutty and tacky. I was led out to the
sitting room and put in a seat. Luke got in the drivers seat and
JT went outside to help him turn the thing around in the
clearing. 

It took a lot of backing up and going forward but finally we
drove back down the trail we had come in on and got back to a
real road. Luke drove for nearly an hour. It was obvious that he
knew the area well. He finally pulled up and parked near a
redneck bar out in the middle of nowhere. I was surprised at how
many cars were out front. I guess if you are the only place to
go, then everybody goes there. 

JT and Luke hogtied Jim and put him in the shower. I heard JT
tell him, "Remember Jimmy boy. Your little wife will be with us.
The first sign of a problem from you and I slit her fucking
throat. Got it?"

They had put the gag back in his mouth and Jim could only nod. 

We went into the bar and I noticed that it was a pretty rough
looking crowd. I only saw one other woman, an older, rough
looking waitress. So I attracted a lot of attention. We made our
way to the bar and got three beers and I stood facing the bar
staring at nothing while the brothers turned back to the room and
looked around. 

JT leaned down and said to me, "Remember bitch, you make a sound
I don't like, Jimmy boy is dead meat."

I shook my head and said, "Yes sir."

Just then a rough looking old guy came up and said hello to JT.
It didn't sound like they were friends, just acquaintances. They
talked for a minute and the next thing I knew we were sitting at
a table with the man that had approached JT and four of his
friends. I was pulled onto JT's lap when he sat down. I looked
down and saw that my pussy was on display and one of my breasts
was exposed except for the nipple. 

I became the topic of conversation. JT was very evasive about how
I came to be with him. He was much more forthcoming, however,
when it came to discussing the fact that I did anything he told
me. 

"Yeah," one of the guys said, "Like what?"

"Jean," JT said. "Untie that blouse you got on and show these
boys your tits."

I tried to pull my arm from around his neck but he told me to do
it with one hand. So I struggled with the knot and finally pulled
it free. One side fell away and I pulled the other side back
displaying my breasts to the men at the table, and quite a few
men at the surrounding tables as well.

JT may not have been pleased with the size of my breasts but the
other men at the table seemed happy with them. The crude remarks
washed over me as JT sat there and started rubbing my pussy in
front of every one of them. 

After a few minutes he asked if anyone else wanted to hold me. I
was passed slowly around the table for the next half hour or so
and each man took great pleasure in mauling my tits and playing
roughly with my pussy.

When I had been passed all the way around the table JT said,
"Boys, the reason I brought her here tonight is I am getting low
on funds. I was thinking we could have her put on a little show
and then she could pull some tricks for a while. Anyone
interested?"

I felt like I had been punched in the stomach! The blood drained
from my head and I became dizzy. I almost passed out. The man
whose lap I was sitting on at the time saw my reaction and asked
me if I had a problem with that. 

"No sir," I said. 

He looked skeptical for a minute, but he really didn't care that
much. 

"What kind of show," one of the men asked.

"Well," JT said. "I was thinking she could get up on a table and
do a little strip tease and dance around for a little while. Then
we can take her back into the pool room and put her to work.

"Did you clear that with Sammy," one of the asked.

"Not yet," JT said, "but I will."

"How much," another of the men asked.

JT said, "$25 for a blowjob, and she does deepthroat, $50 for a
fuck and $75 to fuck her ass. Now I gotta tell you, she ain't
ever done this before. In fact, I took her ass cherry a couple of
hours ago and I taught her to deepthroat this morning. So she is
tight in every hole and she ain't all jaded. You guys have all
had your fingers in her; you know she's tight, so tell me what do
you think?"

"I'm in if it's alright with Sammy," one of them said and the
others all seemed interested as well.

JT said, "Alright, I'll be right back." He grabbed me and pulled
me after him, my shirt was billowing out behind me and my breasts
were swaying rapidly as I hurried to keep up. I had everyone's
attention now.

JT tracked Sammy down and explained what he had in mind. Sammy
looked me over and said, "Okay, but it'll cost you. I get the
first piece."

JT smiled and said, "Deal! Where do you want us to do it?"

"She can dance on the pool table if she takes her shoes off. And
there is a nice sturdy table in the pool room. She can pull
tricks on that."

I was pulled back to the table and JT told the men, "Okay, we're
on, let's go."

As we moved through the rough crowd to the pool room I heard
Sammy make an announcement in a loud voice to the crowd in the
bar. He told them that there was going to be a show in the pool
room and pussy on sale afterwards.

I looked around and tried to guess how many men there were in
this crowded redneck bar. I estimated that there were at least
fifty, probably more. I figured for sure I was going to die in
here tonight. I was going to be fucked to death.

JT stood me beside the pool table and whispered, "You better
dance like your life depends on it, because it does. When you're
done dancing you better fuck the same way."

"Yes sir," I said, but I had no idea how I could possible do what
he demanded.

He set me up on the table and the guys all gathered around. I
kicked my shoes off and pushed them aside and I started dancing.
It was hard to dance to this music, so I tried blocking it out
and playing something more suitable in my head, something I liked
to dance to.

I let my blouse hang loose and danced with it on for a few
minutes before I responded to the calls to take it off and
slipped it down my shoulders and dropped it on the table. I was
certain that with me standing way up here on the pool table all
of these men could already see my pussy, so it didn't really
matter that I was going to have to remove this travesty of a
skirt.

I danced around topless for a little while and then slid the
skirt down and danced nude while the crowd cheered and made lewd
comments. I just kept on dancing; I was in no hurry for the next
part of the evening to start. 

I glanced down and saw that JT was already taking money from men
in the crowd and soon Sammy pulled me off the pool table and laid
me on my back on a nearby table. My head hung over one end and my
ass was right on the other edge. Sammy pulled out his cock and
slammed it in, driving the breath right out of me. I grunted
loudly and then hung on as he fucked me like a bull breeding a
cow.

When he came he even bellowed like a bull, and when he finally
pulled out JT said, "Guys, watch this."

He glared at me and I knew what he wanted. I reached down and
scooped up his cum and ate it in front of all those rednecks as
they cheered me on.

It was awful. I don't think there was man in here that wasn't
twice my age. They were mostly drunk and not much more than half
civilized. Soon I had cocks in my mouth and my pussy, pumping
away. They didn't seem to last very long and as soon as one
filled me with cum another took his place without respite, except
when they paused to let me scoop up and eat the latest loads of
cum which were streaming out of my pussy.

Fortunately, I think, not many were willing to pay the extra
price to fuck my ass. Every once in a while a guy would lift my
legs up and stick his cock in my pussy to wet it, then ram it up
my ass and fuck me brutally. More than once I was afraid I was
going to pass out from the pain and exhaustion, but I knew that
if I did anything to disappoint JT that Jim would pay the price.
So I forced myself to keep going, taking cock after cock into my
throat and my pussy. I probably swallowed at least a half gallon
of cum. My stomach was rebelling and the rest of my body wasn't
far behind. There wasn't anywhere that didn't hurt, especially my
breasts. Everyone that fucked me at either end took the time to
pull and twist my tits, as much for the amusement of the crowd as
for anything else.

I have no idea how long it lasted. I just realized that, finally,
for the moment anyway, I wasn't being fucked. I lay still and
waited, praying that it was over. I heard some loud talk and more
excited voices and JT came back over to me and ordered me to get
up on my hands and knees on the table. He pushed me up so that I
was close to the front edge and said, "It's almost over girl,
just one more fuck and then we leave."

I sighed, thankful that it was almost over. I should have
realized that it wasn't that easy. I saw the men collecting
around the table again and then a large mutt was placed on the
table with me. I screamed when I realized what was going on, but
JT grabbed my hair and pulled my face up to his and said quietly,
"Your gonna do this right, or else."

I nodded and knelt quietly as the dog started licking me. He
licked all over my ass and my thighs, but mostly he licked my
pussy. To be honest, it felt good on my sore pussy at first. 

The guys were cheering him on, but the mutt didn't know what to
do besides lick. I saw him hunching his hindquarters in the air
but he never tried to mount me. Men were starting to get tired of
waiting and finally the dog's owner took charge and pulled him
into place on my back. I felt him stabbing blindly and I was
afraid he would miss my pussy and get that slimy little cock in
my ass. I did what I could, arching my back to line it up and
finally I leaned down and reached underneath and grabbed his cock
and lined it up and then it slammed into me. It didn't really
hurt, not at first. It was so small!

It was still awful though. It was the most humiliating thing I
could imagine. It was worse than fucking and sucking a room full
of drunken rednecks. A dog was slamming his cock into my pussy! I
was twenty-two and married for a year. I was almost a virgin! I
lived a decent, moral life and was happy and had friends and
looked forward to growing old with my husband. But now, how could
I have a normal life after fucking a dog?

The dog was even more violent than Sammy had been. He fucked so
fast, it was unbelievable. I knew nothing about the sex lives of
dogs and when that now famous knot started pounding against my
already stretched out pussy I almost freaked out. I was just a
piece of meat here though, I had no options. I didn't dare do
anything that might get my husband beaten or killed.

I let whatever was going to happen, happen. And it did. Suddenly
that large knot popped into me and I screamed in pain. As painful
as it was when that knot entered me, at least the damned dog
stopped his brutal thrusting and was suddenly still. He clamped
down on my torso with his forelegs and held onto me and quivered
and panted. 

Then I felt it. I thought at first he was pissing in me. It was a
moment before I realized that he was filling my womb with dog
cum. I knelt there, trying to blot out the cheers and crude
remarks, shuddering in revulsion at what had become of me. How
low I had sunk in a day and a half.

I had thought it was over when I felt the dog start to cum in me.
My degradation continued though. It was at least fifteen minutes
more before he finally pulled his shrinking cock out of me. He
licked my pussy for a few more moments and then he jumped down
and his owner took him back outside.

I was left alone on the table for a little while with dog cum
pouring out of my wide stretched pussy.

It was several minutes before JT called me and I struggled off of
the table and managed to stand finally. I looked at the pool
table but my clothes were gone so I walked out to where JT was
standing in the now almost empty bar. He started walking out as
soon as he saw me and I followed quickly. 

Luke was already in the RV and Jim was now handcuffed to the seat
again. It was obvious that JT didn't want to touch me. I was all
broke up about that. He held the door for me and then he said,
"Get your skanky ass in the shower and clean up good. You better
hold on in there, because I ain't waiting around here for you to
wash that cum out of you.

I grabbed the counter as Luke pulled out of the parking lot and
took off. I staggered back to the bathroom and sat on the toilet
and waited and waited for that river of that dog cum to drain out
of me. It took a very long time. There were times when I could
hear a steady stream of cum dripping into the plastic toilet. It
finally seemed to end and I got in the shower. The hot water
heater was turned off and there was a little warm water at first,
but then it got cold fast. It was a good incentive to take a
quick shower.

I dried off with one hand and held on with the other and finally
made my way back into the sitting area. As soon as he saw me JT
turned his seat around and called me over. He checked me out,
examined all of the bruises on my tits and my thighs and then had
me turn around he checked out my back and my ass. 

"Not too bad," he decided. I turned back around and he stuck a
couple of fingers in my sore, stretched out pussy and said,
"Yeah, tightening up already. Don't worry, darling, you are still
prime cunt."

Then he pulled his pants down and I sucked him off. I swallowed
his cock, then I swallowed his cum, then I went through the
normal cock worship routine. When he was satisfied, he pushed me
away and I crawled to a chair and sat down and cried quietly for
a while.

I wasn't listening, but I couldn't help overhearing that they had
made almost $3,000 selling my ass tonight, and another $500 for
letting me fuck a dog. I felt a horrible feeling in the pit of my
stomach. If I got out of this, no matter what happened for the
rest of my life I would be a woman who had fucked a dog.

The RV slowed down and started moving through the trees again. I
had wondered if we were coming back to the same clearing where
our car and all of our stuff was. It appeared that was the plan.


As soon as Luke had parked in the clearing and shut the RV off he
got up and said goodnight to JT and grabbed me. It was his turn
now. He led me into the back, but he stopped at the bathroom. He
asked me if I had to go. I had just gone an hour ago, but I
figured I was going to have a hard night so I said yes. He
watched as I sat on the toilet and struggled to pee with him
watching me. I finally managed to get a few squirts out and I
told him that I was done and tried to stand up but he stopped me.


He had a real weird look on his face and he pulled his cock out
and aimed it between my legs. That would have been awful enough
on a normal toilet, but on this little plastic one in the RV,
there was only a very small space for him to pee into without
pissing on me, and he wasn't even looking down. He started
pissing on my stomach and thighs. Not all at once. He would let
go a small stream and then pause. I looked at him. I couldn't
believe someone would even want to do this to another person! He
smiled down at me with that slightly deranged smile I had seen on
him from time to time. 

As he pissed on me he talked. "I loved watching you tonight,
fucking all those men, sucking their cocks. But the best part was
when you fucked that damned old mutt. That was hot! You know how
many men fucked you tonight? I kept track. There were
twenty-seven guys you sucked off. There was thirty-four what
fucked you, and seven fucked your ass. Sixty-eight men and a dog
stuck their cocks in you tonight. Now it's my turn bitch."

As he spoke he continued to piss on me. A little bit at a time,
enjoying the horror and disgust in my face. I tried not to cry. I
was tired of crying. But I couldn't help it. It was overwhelming.
All of it was overwhelming. When he saw the tears it was like
that was what he was waiting for. He crammed his dripping cock in
my mouth and finished pissing right down my throat! 

I choked and tried to push him away. He just giggled maniacally
and held my head and pissed right down my throat. When he had
finished he stepped back and made me clean up all the piss on the
toilet and the floor with my tongue. I wasn't crying quietly any
longer. I was sobbing hysterically. I couldn't refuse though. God
knew what would happen to Jim if I ever said no to one of these
monsters. I finally finished and looked up to see JT standing
behind Luke and smiling. 

"She did real good for her first time, didn't she Luke?" he
said.

Luke giggled again and said, "Sure did, I bet I coulda pissed it
all down her throat and she'd a drunk it. Okay, clean your ass up
girl, you smell like piss. Then get your ass in the back, I need
some pussy."

I used my damp towel to clean up a little. Fuck him! He is the
one that pissed on me!

I went in the back and he pulled me onto the bed and I started
out sucking him for a while. After I had sucked his cock for a
little while he put me on my hands and knees and fucked my pussy
for a few minutes before pulling out and forcing his cock into my
unlubricated and very sore ass.

I whimpered in pain as he forced himself into me. When I finally
adjusted to his hard fucking and quieted down he reached around
and started squeezing my tits. He didn't stop until I started
crying again and whining in pain. That was what really got him
off. He finally came and collapsed on the bed beside me and I
bent down and sucked him clean and thanked him for fucking me.

He pulled me up beside him on the bed, turned me on my side and
pushed his cock back into my ass and fell asleep that way. We
separated some time during the night, but I guess he expected
that. 

It was late morning when we finally got up. It was not a pretty
day, cloudy and cool with intermittent rain. So we had indoor
games today. After breakfast I learned one of their favorite
games. 

JT stretched out on the floor in front of my husband and I sucked
him hard before straddling him and taking his cock into my pussy.
Once I had him buried in me he pulled me down and held me tight
while Luke knelt behind us. He spit on my ass and rubbed the spit
on my asshole, and then he forced his cock into me. Then they
both started fucking me brutally, right in front of Jim. I didn't
try to control the tears this time. I knew that was what they
wanted to see. They took turns squeezing and twisting my already
bruised tits and fucked me like animals. 

Luke came first and after he pulled out JT flipped me over and
finished in my ass. Then I sucked them both clean and kissed
their cocks and thanked them for fucking me.

They were finally satisfied for a while and they sat around naked
drinking beer. I was perfectly happy to be left alone but I saw
the way they were watching me and I knew they were planning on
something to make my day even more unpleasant. 

It didn't take long to find out. After he finished his beer Luke
came over to where I was sitting and pulled me to my knees he
pushed his cock into my mouth and all the way into the back of my
throat. When his cock was in place he grabbed my hair and held on
tight and started pissing. I struggled at first, but before long
I gave up. I knew I was beaten. He lasted a long time, but
thankfully his cock wasn't buried all the way in my throat and I
was able to breath. He pulled back enough to let the last few
spurts go into my mouth so that I could fully appreciate them. As
soon as he pushed me away I rushed to the bathroom and threw it
all up in the toilet. I held on to the toilet for a long time
afterwards having the dry heaves. 

As much as I dreaded going back out there, I knew I could dawdle
no more and I washed my face and hands and went back into the
sitting area. JT called me over and said, "We are going to have
to work on that throwing up thing. It ruins the mood." Then he
stood up and pushed me back on my knees and we did it again. It
went on forever, but finally he shot those last few spurts into
my mouth, like some sort of ceremonial act or something. I tried
to get up and run to the bathroom but he stopped me. "If you wait
ten minutes I won't cut off one of your husband's ears, okay?"

Oh god! I couldn't! I was already heaving and my stomach was
growling. But JT got right in my face and said, "It's all in your
mind. Once you realize that you got it licked. Now calm down,
I'll tell you when you can go to the bathroom."

I stood there, holding my stomach, and forcing myself to relax.
Telling myself it was just recycled beer. Unfortunately, my
swollen stomach was not a very good listener and when he finally
gave me permission to go to the bathroom I just barely made it. 

I cleaned myself up again and went back out to find that JT was
gone. I heard our car driving away and I looked at Luke.

"JT's going to get you some more work," he said with that evil
grin on his face. 

Oh Christ, I thought, not again! I can't take another night like
that. 

I made lunch after a while and Luke watched me carefully when I
was using the forks and knives. He may be crazy, but he isn't
stupid. Well, maybe a little, just not enough.

After lunch I cleaned up the RV and then sucked him off again. I
got permission to speak and asked if Jim could go to the bathroom
and get a drink. 

Luke thought about it and then he asked Jim if he had to piss.
Jim nodded. He had a dull look in his eyes that scared me.

Luke smiled and said to me, "After you drink his piss you can get
him a drink."

Not again! Shit!

I crawled over to Jim and unfastened his pants. I pulled his
pants down enough to get at his cock and took him into my mouth.
He was struggling as I pulled his pants down and he tried to make
me stop. 

Once I took his cock in my mouth he couldn't help himself, he
really had to go bad, very bad. It took him a long time to
finish. I finally stood up and headed for the bathroom but Luke
shook his head and said, "Fifteen minutes this time."

I looked at the clock on the microwave and counted every second.
I was dismayed to find though, that every time they did this
horrible thing to me it was getting easier. This was not
something I wanted to get good at.

When I finally was allowed to rush to the bathroom I actually had
to stick my finger down my throat to get it to come up. When I
had expelled all of Jim's urine, I had to pee. 

I went back out and got a bottle of water for Jim and took his
gag off. His cuffs were fastened under the seat, so I had to hold
the bottle for him. He drank gratefully, but we never looked in
each other's eyes. We were too humiliated. When he finished the
bottle I got permission to speak and begged Luke to leave the gag
off. Nobody could hear him around here.

Luke thought about it and said, "Okay, we can leave it off until
we hear the car. It's like JT told you though. You have to give
something to get something, and if he makes a sound before JT
gets back, it's coming out of your hide.

I agreed without hesitation. What the hell, they could make me do
any perverted thing they wanted anyway.

I assumed he had something specific in mind and I was right. He
pulled his pants off and after I got on the floor he sat on my
face and I ate his asshole for half an hour. I do not believe
this person ever took a shower. The stench was unbearable. I
didn't flinch, I didn't' struggle. Because I knew that he hoped
that I would. Finally I outlasted him and he turned around and
jumped on me and fucked my dry pussy while holding me in a death
grip in his arms. His face was inches from mine and he ordered me
to open my mouth. He held my eyes locked on his own as he spit in
my mouth while he fucked me. Not just once, over and over. He
covered my face with spit and then he spit in my mouth some more.
I just lay there and let him do whatever he wanted until he came.
As soon as he let me up I did the rest of my job.

After that he found a Playboy Magazine and had me hold his cock
in my mouth while he looked through it. I guess I finally had
worn him out. He didn't get hard again. He did have to piss
later. Luckily not as much because this time my mouth was higher
than his lap and I had to actively swallow it. I almost fucked
that up.

This time he didn't let me go to the bathroom afterwards, but I
managed to keep it down. Just as it was getting dark we heard the
car coming up the path and Luke put the gag back on Jim. 

JT came in with a huge smile and said, "Luke, my boy, this is
going to be a big one. Come on, let's go. They left Jim cuffed to
the chair and they put me in the back seat of our car and drove
off. I was ordered to get on the floor and keep my head down. 

They drove for a long time before the car finally came to a stop
and they got out. JT said, "Don't fucking move, got it?"

"Yes sir," I said, afraid to look up.

I stayed on my knees with my head down until I heard footsteps
and voices approaching the car. The passenger door opened and I
was pulled out roughly. In addition to JT and Luke there were a
half a dozen other men and one woman. They looked me over and the
one that seemed to be in charge said, "Perfect. You sure she'll
do it?"

JT nodded and said, "Not a problem. There isn't anything this
slut won't do." Then he whispered in my ear, "Not if she wants to
see her husband alive again."

I understood. I knew that whatever it was that they wanted me to
do it must be something horrible. But I said, "Yes sir."

We were parked in front of a barn. I was pulled along and we
headed inside the large clean area in the center of the barn. I
looked around and saw professional looking cameras and lights all
over the place. Someone started moving a large, strange looking
bench into the center of the room. Then they decided that before
we went any further they should get me warmed up.

I was pushed to my knees and each of the six strange men fucked
my face. Once they had all cum down my throat one of them went
out and came back with a large horse. A lot of girls like horses,
not me. I am afraid of them. I had good reason to be afraid of
this one.

After the men had gotten their rocks off in my throat they had
left me alone. I was standing by myself off to the side when a
woman came over to me and asked if I had ever done this before. 

"Done what?" I asked. 

She looked at me and said, "You don't know why you're here?!"

I shook my head. 

"Well, for starters, you and I are going to suck off a horse."
She saw my face turn white and she grabbed me and started talking
fast and low.
 
"Listen, I don't know how you got into this, but I gotta tell
you, these guys will fuck you up in a heart beat. You don't tell
them no, especially not after they set this up. Here's what's
gonna happen. They will tie up the horse and we go over to it and
pet it and rub on it. I am going to lift his tail and you are
going to lick his nuts. It won't be too bad. They wash his nuts
and his cock before they bring him in. There will be some close
ups, try to smile. Cause if you don't they can make you wish you
did. Then we will get under him and start rubbing his cock until
he gets hard. Then we take turns rubbing and sucking until he
cums. Watch out for his hooves when he starts to cum. Now, when
he starts to cum we need to be side by side underneath of him, in
front of his dick so that the cum that we can't swallow sprays
all over us. I am not going to ask you if you can handle it, you
don't have any choice now. You're here."

She didn't know the half of it!

I just kept telling myself to think of Jim. I had to get through
this.

One of men yelled at us and told us to get our asses over there,
they were ready to start. I couldn't make my legs move, but the
other woman took my arm and led me over to where the men were
standing. 

The guy in charge looked at me and asked, "You know what you got
to do?"

I said, "Yes sir."

"Are you going to be a good girl and not give me any grief?" he
asked.

"Yes sir," I said again. I could tell by his expression that he
wasn't convinced. That was probably because he didn't know that
my husband would probably die if I didn't do it.

The lights were turned on and the horse was startled, but then he
settled down. The guy in charge nodded at us and we went up to
the huge animal. I followed the other woman's lead, running my
hands all over its sides and flanks. 

The horse appeared to settle down and then the other woman pulled
me around to the rear of the horse and lifted his tail. I saw his
huge nuts and I swallowed and leaned down and started licking.
Out of the corner of my eye I saw the camera coming in close but
it is hard to smile with your mouth full of horse nuts. The other
woman nudged me meaningfully and I lifted my face away from his
nuts a couple of times and smiled at the camera before going back
to licking. 

I don't care if someone had cleaned this animal up. This was
still the most humiliating and degrading thing that I had ever
done. It was even worse than being raped by that dog last night,
mostly because they were making a movie of it and the movie was
going to be sold all over the damned world!

After what seemed like a very long time we moved under the
horse's belly and started rubbing his huge cock. I have had just
as much experience with horse cocks as I had with dog cocks
before last night. It was awe inspiring, but I had no desire to
touch it. Of course, we weren't here to make me happy.

I followed my costar's lead and we massaged his cock which grew
to monstrous proportions. I just kept doing everything she did.
We each licked up and down one side of his cock for a few
minutes, stopping on occasion to smile at each other and the
camera. Then we moved around to the ugly, deformed looking end of
his penis and took turns licking and sucking it. One of us would
suck the head of the horse's huge cock and the one not sucking
would grasp the shaft in both hands and jack it off.

It was obvious that she had done this before and she could tell
when it was time. She pulled me over beside her and we started
taking turns sucking as the horse started hunching his
hindquarters and the hot cum just poured out of his cock. It was
disgusting, but I alternated with the other woman, drinking as
much of the nasty juice down as I could. I suspected she wasn't
actually swallowing, but it was too late to worry about that now.
I was much too afraid of my captors to not follow orders.

The horse finally finished cumming on us and we let him go and
she pulled me to her and we kissed and licked each other's face
for a few more close ups.

The director yelled, "Cut," and I thought it was over. They led
the horse out and two of the men picked me up suddenly and
attached me to that strange bench I had seen earlier. I knew this
would not be good. I held my head up and tried to figure out how
this worked and what it was for. I had already had sex with
everyone, what was left?

What was left was another horse. A slightly smaller horse, but a
horse none the less. I realized immediately what they had in mind
and I looked over at JT. He looked at the director and the guy
nodded, so JT walked over to where I was tied up and spoke
softly. "You don't have to smile for this one. In fact, it's okay
if you scream. The more you scream the more we'll like it."

I sank down on the bench and watched as my costar in the previous
take started doing to this new horse the things we had done to
the first horse. She smiled through the close ups as she licked
his balls, then the horse was led over to me and he smelled the
other horses jism on my body. He sniffed at me and then licked at
the horse cum and as he was licking me the other woman was
licking him. 

I knew that this was going to be fatal. There was no way I could
survive being fucked by a horse. 

The horse was led forward, slowly, licking my body as it advanced
until I felt his cock pushing against me. I felt the other
woman's hands moving it around and wedging it in me, using horse
cum for lubrication. The horse was trying to get more and more of
his huge cock into me, but I began to realize that the way the
bench was built, there was a barrier at ground level that kept
his rear legs from moving all the way forward. He couldn't get
close enough to sink his entire cock into me. Still, it was a
cock as fat as my arm and it hurt like hell. Even with the bars
across the bottom holding him back he still got more than a foot
of that huge cock into me. 

They got their screams. I screamed bloody murder as that horse
covered me and started fucking as much of my cunt as he could
reach. With every stroke it poked violently against my cervix and
I screamed even more. 

I have no idea how long it lasted before I felt the flood as he
filled me to overflowing with his cum. I had been wracked with
pain and screaming almost constantly, wishing desperately that I
could pass out. I had an idea of how much cum there was from
having just sucked off a horse, but having it all blasted
forcefully into my vagina was a nightmare beyond description. 

I heard, "Cut," again. The bright movie lights went out. The men
all stood around me and Luke said, "You guys wanna see something
cool?"

They nodded and he pulled me off the bench. I hadn't even
realized they had unfastened the straps. He pulled out his cock
and put it in my mouth and started pissing. The men watched,
amused as I drank it all. When Luke had finished JT took a turn
and then two of the other men tried it. 

I had the piss of four men in my stomach now and I thought I was
going to explode. I looked at my stomach and it looked like I was
pregnant!

I rushed outside and vomited for several minutes. I heard Luke
apologizing. He explained that four was probably too many. If it
was just one or two I can keep it down. They talked about a few
more movies for a while and then we left. I was left alone in the
back seat, too nasty to touch.

We pulled up to the RV almost an hour later and they pulled me
out of the back seat and sent me in to take a shower. As soon as
I was in the RV, I saw a row of flood lights come on outside and
I heard all kinds of shouting. I ran for the bathroom. 

It was all over. A helicopter had spotted the RV right after we
left this evening. A few more minutes and it would have been too
dark. Within fifteen minutes there had been a dozen cops
surrounding the RV and yelling for everyone to come out with
their hands up. Luckily they didn't start shooting since Jim was
cuffed to a chair and unable to move. They started going around
to the windows with mirrors and looking in. They saw Jim and
finally they rushed in. They freed him and waited for us to come
back.

JT and Luke were arrested for the murder of the owners of the RV
and kidnapping and rape. We got most of our stuff back and after
we gave our statements to just about everyone in the state, we
bought a bottle of wine and a pizza and went to a motel.

The next morning we went home to our quiet little village in
Vermont. A lot of our friends know that we were kidnapped and
that I was raped. Thank god they don't know the details.

Jim does though, and it is hard on him. As hard on him as it is
on me I think. He is upset because he couldn't protect me. I am
upset because if I hadn't left the car door unlocked at the rest
stop nothing would have happened.

I can't imagine him ever being able to get all of those
incredibly nasty images out of his mind, the constant rape, the
sucking and worse yet the pissing. But we are working on it. We
are talking to people who specialize in helping people who have
been through what we have. Although I doubt that many people have
gone through what I have. 

Still, I think we are going to make it. We hold each other a lot,
and we cry a lot. But we have talked and shared and, yeah, I
think we are going to make it. 



                                      Taken At a Rest Stop
                                      The Rest of the Story


If you have not read "Taken at A Rest Stop", please read that
first. If you have read it, and did not care for it, don't read
this. This is worse and you won't like this either.

I wrote this a week ago as the result of email requests for more
of the story I had just posted. This story is rougher, more
perverse, than I normally write, and if you have read any of my
previous stories you know that I sometimes get carried away. I
didn't post this right away. I went back and forth. This one is
pretty raw and a lot of people won't care for it. Still, there is
no reason why the deeply disturbed among us shouldn't have a
little entertainment now and then. For those of you so inclined,
enjoy.

A New Beginning

I was finally starting to get my life back on track. The trials
and the appeals were done. JT and Luke had been convicted of
murder and kidnapping and rape and sentenced to death.

Unfortunately, the damage they had done to my marriage had turned
out to be irreparable. We had tried, we both had. We were just
never the same again. We could never look each other in the eye
without seeing what had been done to me. The worst things, the
things Jim hadn't seen, had come out at the trial and he had
heard all about them in great detail. It was just as humiliating
as when it had actually been happening. 

The jury and the audience had heard all about the gangbang by a
bar full of rednecks, ending in my being raped by a dog on a
table for the amusement of the crowd which paid ten dollars
apiece for the show. They also heard all about the next day when
I had been forced to have sex with two horses. The jury even got
to see stills from the movie that had been made. They even heard
about the four men who had urinated down my throat. 

During the testimony I had watched Jim. Every word had been like
a blow to him. He never recovered. I was degraded even further
when a lot of those details made it into the news, at least into
the tabloid news. 

Living in a tiny town like we did, well, everyone knew what had
happened to me long before I got home from testifying at the
trial. 

When I got home I saw it in their faces. They were sympathetic,
of course. It didn't matter though, seeing that knowledge in the
eyes of everyone I met on the street was more than I could stand.


Jim finally moved out. I didn't blame him. We had been to see
every kind of counselor there was. Marriage counselors, trauma
counselors, sex counselors. None of them could change what had
happened to me, or erase those images from Jim's brain.

After Jim moved out I stayed in the house for a while. I was
still so embarrassed that I couldn't even bring myself to shop in
town. I had to drive sixty miles for a quart of milk. 

I called my boss and told him I wouldn't be coming back. He
understood and told me that he would give me a good
recommendation if anyone contacted him.

I sat around the house for a couple of weeks and just cried a
lot. I finally ran out of tears and started looking for a new job
and a new place to live. I didn't know where I was going, but I
knew I had to leave here. I put my house up for sale. 

I received divorce papers and signed them without even reading
them. I didn't even notice that Jim had given me everything we
had owned jointly until I sold the house and had to know. Jim and
I had made a lot of improvements to our home. It was our dream
house. I got lucky and it sold for what I was asking at a time
when the housing market was sky high. I made an obscene amount of
money and sent Jim a check for half. 

With the rest of the money I put my belongings in storage and
drove to Atlanta to look for a job. I am a graphic artist by
trade and checking the internet I gathered that the fastest
growing market for my skills on the east coast was in the Atlanta
area. 

I stayed in an extended stay motel on the outskirts of Atlanta
and started my job search in earnest. I had some offers but the
best job, with the best pay and the best benefits was with a
small firm in Augusta, about 150 miles east of Atlanta. They even
offered to pay to move my belongings down from Vermont and gave
me a significant signing bonus. I hadn't expected such generosity
and was touched. I liked these people already.

I spent a couple of days finding an apartment and getting set up.
I wanted to get to know the area better before I started shopping
for a new home.

Compared to Atlanta, Augusta is a small town. But compared to the
little town that I had lived in, this was the big city. I had
trouble getting around without getting lost for a while, but I
figured out the main streets and boulevards before long and got
settled in. The immediate benefit of moving here was that nobody
here knew me or what had happened to me.

The new job was great. I liked the people and it was just a nice
place to work. They had really been short handed. They kept
losing people to Atlanta. So I had to hit the drawing board
running, so to speak. That was good for me. I was able to stop
thinking about my troubles for a while.

I don't want to sound too vain, but I am very good at what I do.
My employers recognized my talents and quickly increased my
workload. I was happier for it. I threw myself into my work and
the months flew by. 

I was doing a lot more interacting with clients after I started
getting my confidence back. It was not uncommon for me to meet
with clients in the evening for dinner or at a quiet club with
proposals and preliminary sketches. So I had no clue when I
agreed to take some of my work out to the new documentary film
company opening up outside of town. My brand new life was about
to come crashing down around me.

I printed out a map on my computer with the driving directions
and gathered up my presentation. I told my secretary where I was
going and went out to the parking lot. I had gotten a new car
already, there were too many bad memories associated with the old
one. 

I piled my things into the trunk of my new Lexus and took a good
long look at the map I had printed out. The car had one of those
GPS things in the dashboard but I hadn't figured out how to use
it yet. When I had studied the map and thought I knew just about
where I was going I headed out. It was still a bit early and rush
hour hadn't really kicked in yet so it was a pretty easy drive. 

I found the place. Fortunately, they had a nice big sign out by
the road or I would have driven right past. The studios were
located on a large farm. Even after all this time I was
uncomfortable driving up to a farm. I just reminded myself that
all of that was a year ago and half a continent away. I pulled up
to the farm house and parked. I pulled my briefcase and
presentation case out of the trunk and headed for the front door.


I was met at the door by a young woman and when I introduced
myself she smiled and told me to follow her. I followed her
inside and down a short hallway. I noticed that the rooms that we
passed had all been converted into offices and a meeting room. I
was led into an office and offered a seat. I was told that Mr.
Todd would be with me shortly.

While I was waiting I went through my papers and made sure I was
prepared for any questions. It was Friday afternoon and I imagine
that anyone else would have been anxious to finish up and go
home. Since I didn't have a life outside of the office I was in
no hurry. I planned to make the best presentation these people
had ever seen.

It was ten minutes before I heard footsteps coming toward the
office I was waiting in and at last two men came in. When I
became aware that they were coming into this room I stood up and
turned to greet them. 

As soon as I saw them the blood drained from my face. I
recognized them immediately. They were two of the men that had
filmed me having sex with horses a year ago.

I turned back around immediately and reached for my bags. I stood
up and said, "Excuse me. I can't stay here."

One of the men had stepped into the room and was behind me. The
other was standing in the door looking at me with an evil grin on
his face. 

"Well I'll be damned, look what he have here! Hello Jean. This is
perfect timing. We have been having trouble finding another star
to replace you in our newest epic films. Your first one is still
selling like hotcakes. It has been one of our biggest hits ever.

I tried bluffing my way out. "Get out of my way," I demanded. "I
am not starring in any of your movies and I am not representing
your slimy movie company either. Now get out of my way before I
call the cops. Don't think you can pull anything either. My
secretary knows where I am."

The man that had come into the room behind me sat down behind the
desk and said, "Yes, she knows where you went. But she doesn't
expect to hear from you before Monday, does she?"

"Yes," I lied. "I told her I would check in before I went home."
It sounded like a lie even to me.

The man behind the desk reached into his desk and pulled out a
DVD case. I glanced at it and saw immediately what it was. There
was a picture of me and a horse on the cover.

"Honey," he said, as though disappointed that I would try to lie
to him. "After all we have been through you should know better
than to try and fool me. We have been intimate. You have sucked
my cock and I have pissed right down your fucking throat." 

He pulled the DVD out of the case and slipped it into a player in
the corner and turned it on. I found myself totally unable to
avoid staring at the screen. I watched in horror as I saw myself
on the screen, licking a horses balls and smiling at the camera.
I watched until I saw myself kneeling under the horse and licking
its big cock. It took a minute, but I was finally able to tear my
eyes away. 

"Let me go," I heard myself begging in a voice that was weak and
scared. "Please, I can't take that again. I am getting my life
back together finally. You have got to leave me alone."

"That's a problem, honey. I could let you go and just send a copy
of the movie to the people at your office. But even if I did
that, I would still have to close up shop and get out of here. I
just spent a lot of money getting set up here. I can't afford to
move now." 

He leaned back in his chair and said, "No, I can't let you go
telling everyone about my friends and me and what we are doing
out here. That doesn't make good business sense, now, does it?"

I was on the verge of panic now. I could not believe that after
all I had been through I had ended up walking right back into
their clutches. 

"No," the man continued calmly. "The way I see it, the only way
to keep you quiet is to make so many movies starring you this
weekend that you won't be able to tell anyone about us. We are
going to have to make your weekend so humiliating that it will be
impossible for you to ever tell anyone what you have done here.

Now, while my staff start getting set up, why don't you get down
here and let me see if you still remember how to give a decent
blowjob."

I looked at him and I knew that there was no way out. Suddenly it
was like my nightmare had never ended. Tears poured down my
cheeks as I slowly walked around the desk and knelt at his feet.
He stared down at me and waited for me to do all the work. I had
not seen or touched a male organ since I was rescued from the
clutches of JT and Luke last year. I couldn't stand the thought
of it. Now I was reaching out and unbuckling this horrid man's
belt and unbuttoning his pants. I struggled with his bunched up
zipper and finally I was pulling his pants and his shorts down as
he lifted his hips up to make it easier for me. 

I looked up at him, wanting to beg him to let me go. I saw the
obvious pleasure he was taking in my suffering, my humiliation,
and I knew it was hopeless. I reached out and lifted his large,
warm, soft cock and leaned forward and took him into my mouth. As
soon as I felt his cock on my tongue I started gagging. My eyes
were closed and I had no warning when he suddenly slapped me
viciously across the face. 

"Get over it bitch. I have seen what you can do, remember? Now
god damn it get with the program. I want to feel your lips in my
pubic hair. Do it!"

I tried to remember what I had done when I had been raped by JT
and Luke. I took my hand away and started sucking his rapidly
growing organ into my mouth. He sat back and relaxed and watched
me work on his cock until I finally managed to force it into my
throat. He chuckled and said, "That's a good girl. I knew you
could do it," then he patted me on the head and let me get to
work. 

I quickly got into a rhythm and spent a very long time sucking
this very jaded man's cock before he finally grabbed my head. But
instead of pulling me close and cumming down my throat he pulled
me back until just the head of his cock was in my mouth and made
me use my hand to finish him off. I moved my hand rapidly up and
down his fat cock as he filled my mouth with cum. When he was
finally finished I swallowed and licked him clean. 

Then I said, "Thank you sir," without even thinking. I had
slipped right back into my slave mode without even a thought.
Both men laughed at me and I just covered my face in shame and
sobbed.

I heard the man behind me unfastening his pants and the man I had
just sucked off nudged me with his foot and said, "I don't mind
if you cry. In fact I like it. You still have to do your job
though. I expect you to be very busy this weekend. So you are
going to have to get used to going from cock to cock without much
rest."

I lowered my hands and turned around. The man who had been
blocking the door was now sitting where I had sat when I first
came in, with his pants down around his knees. Two more of them
were standing in the door watching with big smiles on their
faces. 

As I began sucking my second cock of the afternoon, one of men in
the door said, "Well, I guess that solves a lot of our problems,
doesn't it? I'll go out and start getting things ready in the
barn. How do you want to start?"

The man behind the desk said, "Why don't we start simple and work
our way up. Why don't we gather all of the crew and the trainers
and I'll see if I can get Midge on the phone and see how many
guys she can come up with and we can start with a gangbang. After
that we can do a quickie on water sports, then move up to the
dogs and horses. 

I think we should try to get everyone here tomorrow and do a
Bukkake film. After that we can see what we are in the mood for.
While we are filming this afternoon, one of you ought to try to
contact that S&M couple that has offered their services. If you
reach them they can come in on Sunday evening. We will determine
then if it will be snuff or not. If sweet little Jean here
behaves herself and convinces me that I won't have to worry about
her opening her mouth....well, we'll see."

I was listening in horror as he laid out his plans for me for the
weekend. He probably thought I didn't know what he meant when he
said snuff. But I did. The prosecutor for JT and Luke had told me
that, before very much longer, that is probably what would have
happened to me if they had not found me.

At first I was terrified, but all at once I thought, "Maybe it's
for the best. My life is over. I will be better off dead,
especially after this weekend. In fact, death is something to
look forward to now."

I had been sucking mindlessly on the cock in my mouth and was
startled when I felt his cum blasting into me. The first shot of
cum landed against the roof of my mouth but the rest of it all
went straight down my throat. I finally sucked him clean and
said, "Thank you sir." Then I sat up on my heels and waited for
someone to tell me what to do.

The man behind the desk stood up and moved around in front of me.
His pants were still open and his soft cock hanging out. "Let's
see if you remember that other trick of yours," he said. He
grabbed my hair and pulled me close and shoved his cock into my
mouth. I closed my eyes but he yelled at me to look at him and so
I stared up at him as I felt his strong stream of piss shoot
right down my throat and into my queasy stomach. My eyes were
open, but I couldn't see him. My eyes were so full of tears that
everything was just a blur.

When he had finished pissing down my throat I grabbed my stomach
and put a hand over my mouth and started to scramble to my feet.
He grabbed me by my hair and pulled me up using only the hair on
my head.

He pulled my face close to his and yelled at me, "Don't you
fucking dare, god damn you! I saw you drink the piss from four
men and I know damn well you can handle that little bit. If it
comes up, you'll be licking it up off the floor."

I tried to calm down and take some deep breaths, fighting
desperately to control my uneasy stomach.

The two men I had just sucked off fastened their pants and the
one that had just pissed in my mouth led out, the other one
grabbed my arm and pushed me along behind. 

They took me out to the barn. On the way out from the house I
could see several large horses in a corral adjacent to the barn.
I couldn't see the dogs but I heard dogs barking not far away. It
sounded like a lot of them.

The other three men that had made me suck them off before making
me have sex with horses last year were getting things ready in
the barn. Off to one side was a film set. It was three walls and
a king sized bed. It looked like a regular bedroom except there
was no fourth wall. Instead there were lights and cameras facing
into the room. There were also a dozen other men, some bustling
around adjusting cameras and lights, while others were just
lounging around. The woman who had admitted me to the house
earlier was also there. They all looked up as I was led in. 

I was led over to the other three partners and given what seemed
to be their typical welcome. I was put on my knees and forced to
suck them all off in front of everyone. A few of the other men
wandered over to watch, but they didn't say anything or attempt
to join in.

I was just starting on the third man when someone behind me said,
"Okay, the set is ready." I just continued as if he hadn't spoken
and sucked off the fifth and final member of the group of men
that seemed to be in charge.

When I had licked him clean and thanked him, he put his pants
back together and went over to talk to the men that were waiting
around. I didn't hear what they said but the men kept looking
over at me as he talked. I turned to the one that seemed to be
most in charge and asked if I could go to the ladies room. I
suspected that I was going to have a very rough time of it and it
would only be worse if I had to pee. He pointed to a door. 

I hurried over to bathroom and knelt in front of the filthy
toilet. I stuck my finger down my throat and brought up all of
the urine and five loads of cum. Then I squatted over the dirty
toilet seat and peed. I rinsed my mouth out with cool water and
cleaned myself and took a few deep breaths and forced myself to
go back outside. 

I was ordered to go sit on the end of the bed and handed a
magazine and told to look through it. I looked down and found
myself looking at a magazine featuring women of all descriptions
having sex with dogs! I remembered that was one of the movies I
would be making today and cringed. I still vividly remembered how
horrible it had been to be raped by a dog. It was too horrible to
contemplate and I tried desperately not to think about it. At
least until I had been handed the pictures to stare at. Now I
could think of nothing else.

I glanced up and saw that the crowd of men standing on the
outside of the bedroom set had just about doubled in size. There
seemed to be about twenty-five men standing around now. They were
all ages and all races and all shapes and sizes. I didn't know
what was going to happen, but that question was answered when the
director nodded and the men came rushing at me from all sides.
They pulled me up and started to violently tear my clothes off. 

They were very violent. The ones that weren't destroying my
clothing were pulling my hair or, as parts of my body were
uncovered they pinched and twisted and pulled. One man tried to
lift me up by my pubic hair. I was crying and screaming and
begging them to stop. They seemed to love it.

As soon as I was naked I was tossed on the bed, followed
immediately by more men than I could count. Some of them had
already undressed and they started immediately raping which ever
orifice was available. It went on and on, man after man raping my
mouth and my vagina and my ass. It hurt terribly at first, but
after a while I started getting numb.

After ever three of four fucks they would pause and one of them
would use a spoon to scrape up the fresh cum leaking out of me
and force it into my mouth. Then it would start again. I have
absolutely no idea how long it lasted. By the time it was over
there were probably forty or fifty men in the group. I know that
a lot of them went around more than once because after a long
while I became aware of the taste of my pussy on the cocks being
shoved in my mouth. Everything was being recorded by cameras all
along the outside of the room, as well as a couple of close up,
hand held cameras and two more cameras dangling from the
rafters.

I couldn't count the times that I had three cocks at a time in
me. A couple of times they tried to get two at a time in my mouth
or my pussy, but gave up. I was just too tight. Finally, I am not
sure how many, but the last group of men, perhaps a dozen of
them, pulled out and shot their loads of cum on my stomach and
breasts and face. I was covered in a milky glaze of cum when they
finally left my battered body alone.

The young woman came forward, still fully dressed and looking
very business like. She was wearing latex gloves and had a
disgusted look on her face. She grabbed my hair and pulled me up
and led me out into the center of the barn again. I was led to a
small, plastic kiddy pool and ordered to kneel. The lights and
cameras were shifted and I was again the center of attention as
men started coming forward one or two at a time and hosing the
dripping cum off of me with urine. The hot streams of piss were
directed to every inch of my body. I was ordered to keep my mouth
open and that became a frequent aiming point, but I wasn't forced
to swallow, I just allowed it to flow into my mouth and swirl
around and flow out again and wash down over my filthy body.

There were a few, however, that had stranger appetites. They
ordered me to get up and bend over with my ass at the edge of the
pool. Then one of them would forced his cock into me, sometimes
my ass, sometimes my pussy, and fill me with piss. I was usually
forced to suck them clean after they had emptied their bladders
in me.

There were some final shots of me laying down in the bottom of
the pool, rolling around in warm piss, even sticking out my
tongue and lapping at it and smiling for the cameras. By the time
all forty of them had used me this disgusting way they had close
to an hour and a half of film of just me kneeling in a pool and
being used as a urinal.

The woman came back and pulled me out of the pool and led me
away, using my nipple as a handle. I was led back to the nasty
bathroom and pushed into a small shower stall. The woman turned
on the cold water and ordered me to rinse off. I did the best I
could. There was a cheap shampoo on a shelf and I tried to wash
the piss and the remnants of cum out of my hair, but it was very
hard to rinse clean in that cold water.

When she was satisfied she shut the water off and handed me a
towel. I stepped out of the shower and dried off. As soon as I
was sufficiently dried she grabbed the towel and threw it over
the toilet and pulled me back outside by my nipple.

She pulled me back over to the center of the room. The pool was
gone now, but in its place was a bench, similar to the one I had
been strapped to when I had been fucked by the horse, but
smaller.

This bench had a padded top support which arched gently upward. I
realized immediately how this served their purpose when she put
me down across it on my back and strapped me down. When I was
secure she grabbed my hair and pulled it into a pony tail and
weaved it together with a piece of rope which was pulled under me
and fastened to the bench. It was pulled tight which in turn
pulled my head back, forcing my mouth open. My arms were pulled
back and tied under the bench and my legs pulled out obscenely. 

In this position my head hung down one side and was accessible
from that end while my body rose up and then back down on the
other side of the bench, making my pussy vulnerable from the
other side. I was totally helpless. To make things worse, the
numbness had begun to wear off and my whole body was in
incredible pain, especially my throat and my pussy. 

Once she had made me helpless the woman pulled a small jar out of
a pocket in her skirt and opened it. She smeared my face and my
breasts and my thighs and my pussy with the oily cream inside.
She even stuck her finger in my mouth. It smelled and tasted
foul. Then she stood up and smiled down at me while she slowly
removed the latex gloves. 

"Now my babies get their turn bitch," she said quietly, but with
hate dripping from every word. "You thought you got a lot of cock
over there in that bedroom a while ago? Well hang on baby; you're
going for a real ride now!"

The cameras were already rolling and she walked away and took a
leash from a man standing nearby. She came back and brought a dog
to my face. It started whining and dancing around anxiously as it
smelled the cream on my lips. She held the dog back for a moment
and hugged it and whispered to it. Then she let it go. The dog, a
large German Shepherd, lunged at me and started licking my face,
slobbering all over me, but taking great pains to explore my
mouth extensively with it's large, slobber covered tongue. I was
gagging uncontrollably and thought for sure I was going to puke
up all of the recently swallowed cum and piss that might still
remain in my stomach. I fought to control the impulse. I was
certain that there would be repercussions if I lost control of my
stomach.

Once the dog had cleaned the oily cream from my lips he was
directed to my breasts. His front feet were placed on carpet
covered runners that went up each side of my body and as he
leaned up to lick my breasts I saw his remarkably small erection.
I was relieved at first. Until I remembered what had happened
when I had been raped by a mutt in a redneck bar last year.

That dog had seemed to have a small cock too. Right up until it
entered me. Then it began to swell immediately and in less than a
minute it had grown into a very large cock with a nasty knot at
the base that had caused me a great deal of pain when he forced
it into me.

It all came back to me. I remembered also how hot the dog's cum
had been, and how much of it there had been. The dog had forced
his knot into me at the very beginning and as soon as it was
inside me he had begun to fill my pussy with hot cum. It was so
hot that I had actually felt it filling me up. He had continued
to cum inside of me for nearly fifteen minutes! When he finally
pulled free the volume of cum that poured out of me had been
unbelievable.

I tried to avoid the throbbing organ as it bounced around my
face, but the woman ordered me to start licking and I obeyed. It
was disgusting, but not as bad as it looked. He wasn't clean, but
after I had licked him for several minutes, with cameras aimed at
my face, it wasn't so bad. Then I was ordered to start sucking
and I took the two inches of pink flesh that extended out past
his cock sheath into my mouth and he started thrusting his cock
into my mouth violently. As soon as he felt my lips wrap around
his cock it started to grow rapidly to an incredible size. At the
same time the knot on the base of his cock began to grow and it
was battering my lips violently. I wanted desperately to avoid
having that filthy thing in my mouth, but he would not be denied.
I kept my lips pressed tightly against his cock but that cruel
woman reached down and squeezed one of my nipples with all of her
might and when I screamed in pain the dog forced his knot into my
mouth. 

My jaw was forced open to the point that I was sure it would be
dislocated. The only thing that I had to be grateful for was that
as soon as the knot entered my mouth he stopped thrusting his
hips in my face. The head of his cock was not buried in my throat
and I felt the dog's cum begin to flood my stomach in an amount
that I would not have thought possible. 

The pain was awful and I was moaning in pain. But any sounds I
might make were muffled by the mouthful of dog cock that was the
focus of my whole world at the moment. Both the director and the
dog seemed to enjoy my moans. It seemed like hours, but I suppose
it was only fifteen or twenty minutes, a half hour at the most,
before he finished shooting his cum down my throat and started
trying to jerk his cock out of my mouth. My mouth was clamped
shut around his cock and his knot involuntarily. I almost freaked
out when I couldn't open my mouth to let him go on his first two
attempts.
Finally, with a little difficulty, he managed to remove his still
sizeable knot from my mouth, much to my relief. 

My relief was short lived. The woman handed the dog's leash to a
man standing nearby and rubbed a little more of the cream on my
lips and my breasts. She stepped out of my sight for a moment and
then appeared with a huge Great Dane. The dog was led up to my
face again and as soon as he smelled the cream, and the fresh
load of cum from the first dog, he was immediately excited. He
started lapping my face, and his tongue was twice as large as the
other dog's had been. Each time he lapped my face his tongue
covered half of my face. When he started exploring my mouth I
nearly choked. It was like he was trying to stick his tongue down
my throat!

When the woman was satisfied that they had enough film of the dog
French kissing me he was led around and presented with my crotch.
He started whining and growling as he lapped at my pussy, all the
while prancing around and humping air with his hindquarters.

He was allowed to spend a lot of time eating my pussy. I suspect
that they were hoping I would react, become aroused. When it
became obvious that wasn't going to happen she led the dog up
over me and as he licked my breasts I waited for that huge
monster to start raping me. 

The woman finally was satisfied with all of the foreplay, I
guess, and she pulled the dog forward and I could feel her using
her hand to line his cock up with my slit. She was having
difficulty controlling him, but finally he felt the head of his
cock enter my hot, much abused pussy and he surged forward with
all of his might. 

The pain was incredible. His cock was only the size of a man's
finger. It hadn't started to grow yet. He was very violent though
and it was very painful. I screamed loudly. His only reaction was
to growl at me threateningly. I realized his mouth was right at
my face. If I pissed him off he could bite my throat in half in
one bite. I tried to keep quiet, but his cock had grown rapidly
as soon as he penetrated me and it must have been at least ten
inches long now. With each thrust his cock rammed against my
cervix painfully. I cried out each time. The tears were streaming
down my face and the camera man was right there recording it
all.

I felt his knot growing and the thought of what was to come
almost made me pass out. It would have been so much better if I
could have. Instead, I felt the incredible pain as he fucked that
huge knot into me brutally and then froze in place, with the end
of his cock actually buried in my uterus! That was when I felt
the red hot sperm begin to fill my uterus.

 I was sobbing hysterically now. The dog was ignoring the noises
I was making. He would, from time to time, lap my face with his
long, fat tongue, but for the most part he just ignored me and
continued shooting his hot cum inside of me for nearly forty
minutes! I felt the intensity begin to wane and I suddenly
remembered that there was still the removal of that nearly
baseball sized knot to contend with. 

The first time I had been raped by a dog he had forced his knot
into me and it had been very painful. Just like now. I had
already been gang raped that time too and I was very sore. I was
remembering that and I was terrified because I knew that his dog
had a much larger cock, I felt it was safe to assume that his
knot would be much more painful when he finally started to
attempt to withdraw from me. That time was nearing, but I tried
desperately not to think about it.

Our sexual organs were sealed together and it seemed that there
was no way for his cum to escape. It filled my cavity and then
expanded my belly, pushing out as I filled with dog cum. All I
could do was pant in pain and wait. My belly must have been
filled beyond capacity before the dog finished because I started
to feel the hot liquid squirting out around the dog's knot and
beginning to coat my thighs. He was at the end of his orgasm
though and at last he was satisfied and tried to pull his knot
free. I screamed again, it felt like he was tearing me apart. He
tried several times to pull free and then he pushed his body away
from me and stepped over with his hind leg and he was facing away
from me, pulling gently from time to time until at last he was
able to pull free.

I had tensed up every muscle in my body by that point. When he
finally pulled free I collapsed back onto the bench and sobbed in
near hysteria. I couldn't take any more. Surely if they would do
one more thing to my abused body I would go mad.

Tragically, I didn't go mad. I wished that I could. I prayed for
unconsciousness. Instead I remained awake and aware and sucked
and fucked four more dogs. Then my legs were freed and pulled up
to my head and fastened in place and a last dog was brought in to
fuck my ass. Half way through that was when I finally passed
out.

When I finally became aware of my surroundings again I was curled
up in the fetal position on the floor and the bench was gone.
There was a bottle of water beside me. I looked up and there were
a couple of dozen men sitting around staring at me, including the
big five.

I tried to take stock of the pain in my body, tried to decide if
something was torn or broken. Everything hurt so bad I couldn't
really tell. It took me several attempts to sit up, much to the
amusement of the men watching my struggles. At last I was able to
grasp the water bottle and take a desperately needed drink. I
tried to gulp the water down at first, but my throat was so sore
that I choked. I ended up slowly sipping until the water was
gone. I would have really liked something stronger, or a bottle
of aspirin.

I finished the water and collapsed back onto the floor. I was too
weak to sit up for long. I glanced outside and saw that it was
quite dark. I tried to estimate how long that this had been going
on. I couldn't really. My best guess was somewhere between four
and five hours, probably closer to five. It was very dark out now
so it had to be at least eight PM.

I was allowed to rest for a short while, much too short. Then I
heard a noise and when I saw what the men were doing I curled
back up into the fetal position and cried like a baby. I saw four
men pulling out the bench I had been tied to when I had been
raped by a horse last year. 

I heard a horse being led inside but I didn't open my eyes. I
just cried and hugged myself and rocked gently on the floor in
the middle of the barn. 

I could hear them moving things around and getting set up at the
bench. I heard someone nearby and opened my eyes to see that one
of those assholes was filming me crying in fear and pain.
Something to make my movies more appealing to my fans I suppose.

I tuned them all out until I was lifted to my feet by two of them
and handed a damp towel. I wiped myself off. I must have been a
horrible mess. They didn't care of course. One of the men told me
that I would be sucking this first horse off solo. He warned me
that if I didn't stop from time to time to smile at the camera I
could not even imagine how much worse my suffering could become.
I honestly didn't think things could be worse. I didn't want to
find out though.

I was given a minute to towel myself off and then I was led over
to the horse. The man who I assumed was in charge told me to do
the same things I had done last time until the horse started to
cum. Then I was to swallow as much as I could until he yelled
cut.

I dropped the towel when they told me they were ready to start
and approached the horse. I couldn't tell if it was one of the
horses from last time. He didn't seem nervous, so I figured that
this was not his first movie.

I approached him from the side and rubbed my hands over his
flanks, talking quietly to him. I worked my way around to the
back of the huge animal and pulled his tail out of the way and
started licking his balls. The camera came in for some close ups
and I looked up and put a forced smile on my face, then returned
to what I had been doing. I licked his balls for several minutes,
until I got a signal from someone to move on.

I moved down the horse's side and dropped to my knees. It was
immediately apparent that the animal had enjoyed the touch of my
tongue to its large balls. His cock was almost fully extended and
was nearly two feet long and throbbing towards its full length.

I took hold of that large, ugly tube of horseflesh and moved my
hands up and down for a minute before I noticed the man signaling
me from the side and I leaned forward and started licking,
covering as much of the last foot of that huge cock with my
comparatively tiny tongue as I could. I saw the camera man squat
down on the other side of the horse and I smiled at him for a
second, and then resumed my work. I took the end of the cock into
my mouth. That was all that I could squeeze in. I moved my tongue
over it while moving my hands up and down the shaft the way the
other woman had shown me. I was getting very tired when I started
seeing signs that the animal was nearing climax. I remembered
what I had learned and I moved myself so that I was centered
under the horse and took his cock back into my mouth and rapidly
massaged his throbbing organ. 

He was starting to thrust his cock at me, making it very
difficult to keep my mouth over the end. I held on though, and
soon I felt the flood of cum begin to squirt into my mouth in a
volume I could never be expected to handle. I swallowed mouthful
after disgusting mouthful of horse cum, but the vast majority of
his spend splashed into my face or squirted out of my mouth
around the sides of his cock and ran down my naked body in
streams. The stream gradually tapered off and finally came to an
end. The cameras came in for some more close ups and I smiled at
them and licked my lips. 

Following direction from off camera I rubbed the hot, sticky,
pungent cum into my skin and licked my fingers clean. At last
they stopped filming and I was allowed to take another quick
shower while the horse was led away. 

When I returned from the bathroom another horse was tied up to
the bench. I was ordered to repeat the process and I started all
over again at the back of the animal. I tried to smile when they
were filming me licking its balls, but the tears of despair were
streaming down my cheeks. I licked until I was signaled to move
on and then I knelt and started licking and sucking yet another
huge horse cock and massaging it with my hands. 

This time, however, after about ten minutes of manual
manipulation, I was pulled out from underneath the horse and
rushed to the bench and strapped down. I could still vividly
remember the pain of being fucked by a horse's giant cock from
last year. I cried loudly and begged them to let me finish him
with my mouth and cameras got close ups of my despair and my
abject terror.

As soon as I was fastened down the dog trainer untied the horse
from the corner of the bench and led him between my legs. She
held his nose to my pussy and he licked at it. He had apparently
fucked a woman before and he was getting excited. He was led
further up my body and I felt his cock sliding over my belly. He
was thrusting, frustrated at his inability to sink that huge
organ into my body. I felt someone's hands guiding him and I saw
two people at the horses head trying to control him while I felt
the head of his huge cock being forced into my pussy. 

If a woman can be said to be thankful for a rape, I was grateful
for my abuse at the hands of that crowd of slimy men and the dogs
that loosened me up earlier. The horse felt his cock overcoming
the resistance of my pussy and forcing its way into me and
started thrusting. Thankfully he was held back to some extent by
the padded boards at the end of the bench that were in place for
that very reason. He could only get so close to me, only thrust
so much into me. It was enough though. It was enough to hurt me
more than anything else in my life had ever hurt me before. I
screamed in pain as he thrust more than a foot of his huge cock
into my abused pussy. His brutal thrusts were horrifying. He was
a huge animal and his thrusts so powerful that the bench moved
across the floor with every massive thrust. 

Everyone in the crew had stood back now and they filmed the
incredibly violent rape until the horse finally started cumming
in me. I felt myself being filled up with the hot fluid spurting
forcefully from the end of his desperately thrusting cock. The
animal had lasted a long time and I was beyond screaming now. I
could only cry and moan at the pain and degradation. The huge
flood of semen finally came to an end and I felt the horse
finally stop his thrusting. He stood still and his cock began to
recede, sliding out of my pussy an inch at a time. 

I was thankful that it was over. I lay there waiting impatiently
to be freed from this horrible bench. I became hysterical when
they came in with another horse. I begged them not to do this to
me again. I begged them to let me go. I begged them to kill me.
They filmed it all. 

Then they led the new horse over to me and as soon as he smelled
my abused pussy he became agitated. He was allowed to lap at the
horse cum dripping from me and then he was quickly led up over me
and his cock was guided by the trainer's hands into my pussy. 

The first two horses that had raped me, the first one that they
had filmed last year, and the one that had just finished, had
both received more than ten minutes of manual stimulation before
their cocks penetrated my body. This one had not. He started
fucking at least a foot of his incredibly thick cock into me
brutally, but I was beyond screaming now. My body was wracked
with pain but all I could do was move my head back and forth and
gasp and pant in pain. I wanted desperately to sink into
unconsciousness but it was not to be. The rape went on and on and
I finally just collapsed onto the bench and laid there like a
limp rag and let whatever would happen, happen.

I was still aware when he began filling my body with horse cum
once again but I just ignored it. I just let them do whatever
they wanted. I thought surely that it must be over now. I was
partly right. The pain was over. Well, I was still in agony, but
the cause of my suffering was led away. 

My suffering was far from over though. I was about to be
introduced to a new feature of the bench, the semen collector.
Unlike my first experience on this device, this time when a horse
fucked me the huge volume of his cum drained down between my
thighs into a clear plastic canister under my ass. The cameras
had been watching it fill up after my two horse rapes and now
they were getting ready for the disgusting, degrading, grand
finale. 

A metal rod with a hook on it like an IV stand was attached to
the corner of the bench near my head. My mouth was fitted with a
rubber mouthpiece and I saw someone reach under me and pull out
the canister which was nearly full of horse cum. The canister was
hung from the hook by my head and a tube was inserted into my
mouth piece. I watched in horror as they worked, realizing what
was happening and being powerless to stop it. Everything was
ready quickly and someone turned a knob underneath the canister
and I watched the thick, white horse cum start to drain down the
clear plastic tube and into my mouth. 

For a moment or two I held the warm, slimy, nasty fluid in my
mouth, the only alternative being so difficult to contemplate.
Finally, however, I realized that I had no other option and I
started swallowing. I had already swallowed a large amount of
horse cum, of course. Or at least it had been large by human
standards. The canister at my head appeared to hold nearly a
gallon! 

At first I watched for progress as I swallowed. As time passed
interminably I seemed to be making very little progress with the
contents of the container. I couldn't stand to watch any longer.
I finally just closed my eyes and swallowed it a little at a
time. The last half of the canister was worse. In part because my
stomach was beginning to rebel, but mostly because it was cooling
and the taste was more repugnant when it cooled.

I must have sucked at that mouthpiece between my lips for at
least half an hour. I thought that it must surely be a very
boring thing to watch. I was startled when I finally sucked in a
mouth full of air and realized that the horse cum container was
finally empty. 

I opened my eyes and looked around I saw that the only one still
paying attention was the man who was taking the occasional
close-up. I stopped swallowing and waited for whatever indignity
would be next. 

One of the cameramen got the attention of the rest of the group
and they finally ended filming, except for the handheld camera. I
was released from the bench and pulled to my feet. I was unable
to stand and collapsed on the floor. 

Nobody wanted to touch me. I didn't blame them. I was ordered to
crawl and I followed the woman who had been so cruel to me across
the barn and into a kennel attached to the side of the barn. She
opened a cage and I was forced into a pen with one of the Great
Danes that had raped me earlier. As soon as I was inside a camera
was set up on a tripod and left running.

She squatted down and got my attention and said, "Don't worry
sweetie. Rex really liked you earlier. I am pretty sure he won't
hurt you, as long as you do what he says. Do you understand me?"

I nodded numbly. I was aware that he was sniffing and licking
around my ass while I was being pretty much told to do whatever
he wanted by his trainer. 

I begged her for some water and she smiled and pointed at the
nasty dog bowls in the corner. "There you go sweetie, all the
food and water you need. Enjoy."

I ignored the dog and crawled to the corner and tried to lift the
bowl. She yelled at me and told me that if she saw me using my
hands I would have them tied behind me. I had no fight left in
me. I dropped my face to the dirty bowl and sucked up as much of
the water as I could. As I lapped at the water bowl the dog was
lapping his huge tongue between my legs. I tried closing my legs
and moving my butt around and reaching back and pushing him away,
but he started growling and I remembered what the trainer had
said about not being hurt as long as I did what the dog wanted. 

As I lapped up the dirty water and ignored the dry dog food in
the nearby bowl the woman pointed out a half dozen small cameras
fastened around my cage and explained that my entire evening
would be broadcast to subscribers on the internet and I had best
not disturb the cameras. They were being monitored by someone in
the house.

I was sickened by her and everything that they had done to me
today, but I was broken now. There was no fight left in me. The
degradation was no longer important. All that mattered now was
the pain and how to minimize it.

I considered my options and there seemed to be only two. The
first was to allow this huge dog to brutally rape me again. I had
just been raped by two horses, any number of dogs and a large
crowd of men. My pussy was so sore that I didn't think I could
stand another brutal dog rape. I decided that the option I was
most likely to survive would be to see if I could get the dog to
settle for a blowjob. I slowly twisted my body around and reached
under the dog. He was still lapping at me, but he allowed me to
touch his lengthening cock and as he realized that what I was
doing was pleasing him he stood still and I was able to turn
around and put my mouth over his cock and start sucking. He had
probably been sucked off before, maybe even by me, and he allowed
me to get him off with my hands and my mouth. 

When I had finished I watched him go into a corner and lie down
and lick himself for a few minutes before going to sleep. I was
horrified when I realized that without even thinking about it I
had swallowed the animal's ejaculate. I carefully sipped at the
water bowl again, keeping an eye on the dog as I did. Then I
curled up in the corner farthest from him and tried to rest. No
matter where I was in the cage the cameras were recording my
actions, so I just ignored them. There was no avoiding them.

I wouldn't have thought, under these circumstances that I would
have been able to sleep, but I was exhausted and before long I
drifted off. I was raised from a deep sleep some time later, I
have no idea how much time had passed. The damned dog was lapping
at my crotch again. 

Just as I had before, I tried to push him away. I was his bitch
now though, and he was not about to take no for an answer. He
growled and snapped at my hand. I knew I had no choice. I got up
on my hands and knees again and started playing with his cock. He
tried several times to get behind me and mount me, but I managed
to get him to settle for my mouth again. When I had swallowed his
cum he returned to his corner and, after I rinsed out my mouth at
his water bowl again I curled up in my corner and tried to sleep
some more.

I was startled awake when the trainer opened the cage. She
refilled the dog's bowls and then pulled me out of the cage. I
was pulled to my feet by my hair. I had trouble standing. I had
not been able to stand since being fucked by the horses. After
the horses had raped me I had been unable to stand and they had
forced me to crawl to the dog cage. The cage I had been in all
night was only slightly taller than the dog that lived there, so
I couldn't stand up in there either. 

I followed stiffly behind the trainer to what appeared to be a
dog wash area. She hosed me down with cold water and then handed
me some shampoo and body wash and I was finally able to get rid
of the animal smells. 

She hosed me off again after I had soaped up and then she gave me
a can of breakfast drink. "I imagine you are pretty hungry, for
food anyway. I think, though, that it is probably best that you
have an empty stomach. Don't worry. You will be having plenty of
nutrition pretty soon."

I hadn't eaten since lunch yesterday. I suppose I should have
been famished but I wasn't. I was just waiting desperately for
this to end.

The trainer led me into the barn and I was once more fastened to
a bench. This was smaller than the other two benches I had
already experienced. I was on my stomach, waist high. I had
noticed as I approached that there was another of those canisters
under the bench so that any fluids that dripped down would be
collected. 

The only people in the barn when I was brought in had been a
couple of camera men who filmed me coming in and being strapped
down to the bench. Once I was in place they took turns fucking
me. They finished quickly and stepped back out of the picture. 

The trainer had been watching and as soon as the camera men were
finished with me she went to the side door and opened it and
started letting men in, a lot of men. There were at least twice
as many as last night. They were already naked and they quickly
surrounded me and started forcing their cocks into me. It lasted
nearly all day. 

They came in my mouth and they came in my pussy and my ass, over
and over. They were all so very violent. They thrust brutally,
driving their cocks down my throat or deep into my pussy or ass.
While they fucked me they reached under me and pulled and twisted
my tits or pinched and spanked my ass. 

It was nearly dark when they finally finished fucking me and then
stood back to watch as the canister was put in place at my head
again. I saw that there was nearly as much cum in the canister as
there had been last night from the horses. I knew what I had to
do. I started sucking and swallowing, just like last night. 

It occurred to me that this was worse. It shouldn't have been,
but horse semen didn't have that bitter, bleachy taste that human
semen often has. This was a very bitter drink I was sucking down.


While I worked at swallowing the contents of the canister I saw
them placing another canister under the bench I was fastened to
and a man came up and shoved his cock into my ass. He had
difficulty because his cock was only half hard. Once he was all
the way in though, he didn't fuck me. Instead I felt him release
a strong stream of piss into my ass, giving me a piss enema. As
soon as he pulled free of my ass the piss drained out quickly. My
ass and my pussy were both so numb from an entire day of abuse
that I couldn't have controlled them if I had wanted to.

Once the piss had drained from me another man stepped out of the
crowd and forced his cock into my stretched out pussy. I felt
another long, hot stream of piss filling me up and soon he too
backed away and watched the urine stream back out of my cunt,
with the dregs of the cum with had still remained inside of me.
Two more men stepped up in turn and repeated the process. 

When I finally finished emptying the canister of cum it was
replaced by the canister of piss. They didn't seem to realize
that I had reached a point that nothing really mattered any more.
I just kept telling myself, "It's alright. You are going to die
tomorrow."

It took a long time, and there was a lot of gagging, but I
finally managed to swallow all of the piss and the trainer took
me out to the dog wash area and hosed me down. Then she took me
to the bathroom and I puked my guts out for the longest time. I
washed my face and went to the bathroom and then went back out to
see what was next on the agenda. 

Apparently I had worn out all the men they were able to scrape
together, so I was put back on the dog bench. This time they
experimented with having one dog fuck me while another raped my
mouth. It was a tense situation with some of the dogs, they
resented having to share. I got nipped on the boob by one of them
when there was almost a dog fight over me.

It took some experimentation, but they finally got several pairs
of dogs to work together and I spend the next hour being dog
raped in threesomes. After they had enough footage they let me up
and I staggered after the trainer back to my cage. 

The camera was set back up to film the action in my cage and the
trainer shoved me back into the cage with that big Great Dane for
another night. I was covered with dog cum and I guess he was
pissed because he had not been one of the dogs that were brought
out to fuck me during the day. He became immediately agitated and
started lapping me and growling. I knew what I had to do and I
reached out and started rubbing my hand on his cock. This time he
was not going to be satisfied with a blowjob. He kept spinning
around and growling and finally he worked his way up onto my
back. 

He inched up my body until his head was right next to mine and I
felt his cock punching at me from the rear, searching for the
hole, any hole. Fortunately he found the right hole and then it
began. 

This was different than when he fucked me on the bench. He was an
enormous beast. He towered over me and I was totally overwhelmed
by his size and strength. His front legs pressed against my body,
holding me in place as his cock thrust brutally into me, causing
me a great deal of pain and forcing me to grunt with every
stroke. I looked up during my ordeal and saw that, by coincidence
my face was right in front of the camera. I imagined that those
freaks were really going to enjoy this one.

I screamed when his knot entered me and then he held on and
shivered as he filled me with his cum. There was nothing else
that I could do. I could only wait for it to be over. It seemed
to last for hours, I know it wasn't really that long, but I had
lost all track of time, all concept of time. Eventually his knot
went down and he pulled free and went to his corner. I crawled
over to the water dish and lapped up a little of the dirty water.
I picked up one of the kernels of dry dog food from the other
bowl, but I still wasn't all that hungry. I would have had to
have been pretty hungry to eat that.

I curled up and tried to sleep again. I was in the depths of
despair, but I just kept reminding myself that tomorrow was the
big day. Tomorrow I would die and it would all be over.

The damned dog woke me up twice during the night. I was still
covered in cum and I guess the smell kept getting to him. The
first time I managed to get him to settle for a blowjob, but the
second time he insisted on fucking me again.

Morning finally came. My big day! I was led out to the bathroom
this time and I was allowed to use warm water. What a treat! I
shampooed and washed and after I had dried off I was given my
makeup and my brush and told to make myself presentable.

When I stepped out of the bathroom finally I was surprised that,
to look at me you could not tell what I had been through in the
last day and a half. I was handed some plain white underwear and
I put it on, then a simple little dress and my shoes. I didn't
understand. Were they letting me go? But no, they couldn't do
that. I knew that wouldn't happen.

I was taken back to the house and given another breakfast drink.
The five men who ran the place were in and out of the dining room
I was sitting in. They talked to each other, made phone calls,
just generally went about their business and ignored me. 

I had finished my drink some time ago and the trainer was sitting
across the table reading a magazine and ignoring me. I heard
someone yell, "It's time," from outside the room and the trainer
started giving me instructions. 

"Listen cunt," she said, "Don't screw it up. You go outside and
then you turn around and knock on the front door. When somebody
answers the door you say the same thing you said when you came to
the door Friday. You give your name and the name of your company
and say that you are here to give your proposal. You don't
mention the name of this company or the people, got it?"

Well, not really, but it didn't matter. I nodded and I stood up
and went outside. There was a man there with a camera waiting and
he began recording as I knocked on the door. Another man answered
and I said my spiel. He smiled and invited me in. He stepped
aside and I walked in and the camera followed. I saw a woman I
hadn't seen before. She was a tall, older woman, perhaps in her
fifties standing at the end of the hall watching.

When I was inside she walked down the hall and introduced herself
as Helen. As she was talking the man that had answered the door
grabbed me from behind and held my arms tightly. I wouldn't have
struggled, but he bent my arms back so far that I thought they
would break and I had to struggle. 

The woman watched, smiling for a moment, and then she slapped me
with all of her might. I stared at her, shocked at the violence
and stunned by the pain. They led me to and then down a set of
stairs and into a room made up to look like a dungeon. No, that
isn't right. It didn't look like one, it was one.

My arms were forced into wrist cuffs and the cuffs were already
attached to a heavy cable hanging down from a ceiling beam. I was
pulled up until my feet no longer touched the floor and the cable
holding me was secured. 

My body swung gently from the cable for a moment as the couple
moved around me, examining me, tormenting me.

My wrists hurt from the pressure of the cuffs and the weight of
my body, suspended in air. The couple started toying with me.
Spinning me, pinching and pulling at me through the clothing I
had been given. The woman even punched me in my stomach and while
I was recovering my breath from that she punched me again, in the
tit. I had never imagined such pain. I could not imagine a woman
doing that to another woman!

I screamed in pain and horror and called out to her pitifully,
"Why? Why are you doing this to me?"

She grabbed my hair and pulled my swaying body to a stop. She
spit in my face, and then, smiling sweetly, she said, "Because my
dear, we can. We enjoy it. We can do anything we want to you. No
limits. We want nothing from you but your screams. It is so rare
to have a beautiful young woman in our clutches. To be able to do
anything we want, no laws to worry about, no social restrictions.
Our only constraint is time. Sadly, we only have an hour and a
half to torture you. So we are going to have to cram a lot in. I
hope you don't mind."

I had an awful desire to say, "No, that's alright." But I knew
better.

They started ripping my clothes off and when I was naked the man
attached cuffs to my ankles and spread my legs out until my knees
were nearly three feet apart. It was very painful. Then they
started whipping me. 

At first they avoided the most sensitive areas, concentrating on
my back and my butt and my stomach. Then they started branching
out. Soon they were concentrating on my breasts and my pussy. The
pain was incredible and I am sure that they were pleased by the
screams I produced, until I started getting hoarse. 

I guess their arms were getting tired, because they paused to
take a breath before they moved on to the next activity. The
woman attached strong, sharp clamps to my nipples, raising my
screams to a new pitch. The pain was incredible when the sharp
teeth on the large, strong clamp bit down into my nipples and the
blood started flowing down the underside of my tits. She attached
cords to the clamps and pulled them out and attached the cords to
a post several feet in front of me. She tightened the cord,
stretching my tits out painfully until I thought surely my
nipples would be ripped from my body.

I was screaming hysterically, and she loved it. She came close
and kissed my cheek and licked the tears streaming out of my
eyes. "Yes my darling, scream for me. You are making my pussy so
fucking wet."

She stepped back and picked up a container off of a nearby table.
She reached inside and pulled out a very long needle, three or
four inches long. I watched in horror as she held it against the
skin on my breasts and slowly pushed it all the way through my
tit. I passed out for a moment. When I came to again she was
waiving smelling salts under my nose. I snapped awake and she
picked up another needle. I looked down to see that while I had
been unconscious she had put several more of those long skewers
in both of my breasts. The ones closest to my nipples went all
the way through. She kept inserting needles into my breasts for a
very long time. There were so many at the end that I couldn't see
my breasts, only the brightly colored little plastic heads of the
pins.

She picked up two more of the clamps like the ones attached to my
nipples and bent down and fastened them to my labia. I screamed
again, and passed out again. But it is no fun torturing the
senseless. They used the smelling salts to bring me back and then
they attached cords to the new clamps and fastened them to the
same post that my nipples now stretched towards. They stretched
my pussy lips out more than an inch, until I was sure they would
be torn off, then they tied them off to the post. 

Once I was secured the man moved around behind me and forced his
large cock into my ass. Every move of my body was causing me
extreme pain and blood was dripping in little rivulets down from
my breasts and my pussy. I started to pass out again but the
woman slapped me a few times and that seemed to do the trick. 

While the man was fucking my ass, she started pulling the needles
out of my tits, slowly. She took her time, drawing out the pain.
She finished at about the same time as her friend finished
fucking me. They removed the clamps from my nipples and I
screamed in agony. I think it hurt worse when they took them off.
Then my labia were released, with the same result.

Finally my ankles were released and then I was lowered to the
floor. I was pulled to my feet and draped backwards over a large
barrel. My wrist and ankle cuffs were tied off to rings embedded
in the floor and my back felt like it would break.

They each appeared over me and started dripping hot candle wax
all over my body, literally. The entire front of my body was
encased in wax by the time that they had finished. Even my face!
I thought surely I was going to be covered in burns. It was
excruciating.

They took a short break and let the wax set up nice and hard.
Then they came back with short little riding whips and started
whipping me, stripping the wax from me with the whips. By the
time they had finished I was pretty much out of it. I hadn't lost
consciousness, but I had stopped screaming. I was still aware of
the pain but my brain seemed to be shutting down.

They unfastened my cuffs and laid me out on the floor. The woman
squatted over my face and ordered me to eat her pussy. This was
probably the only perversion I had not been subjected to already.
It was alright though. I was going to die soon. Besides, compared
to a lot of the other things I had been forced to do, this was
nothing.

I gave her several orgasms with my mouth while the man lifted my
hips up off of the floor and raped my tortured pussy. After both
of them came in me she started pissing in my mouth. I swallowed
it all easily. 

I was then pulled to my knees and the man pissed in my mouth.
While I was drinking his piss the woman was putting handcuffs on
my wrists. I finished drinking the man's piss and I was pulled to
my feet and let naked, up the stairs and outside to the barn,
with the cameraman following closely. 

There was a small group of men gathered in one corner and they
watched as I was led to the horse bench in the middle of the
floor. I was strapped down and the cameras were set up and the
lights turned on. 

A couple of men came over and did something at the bottom of the
bench. I realized that they were removing the boards that kept
the horses from being able to get close enough to bury their
cocks into the victims strapped to the bench. 

Now I knew how I was going to die. I was going to get fucked to
death by a horse! Not what I would have chosen, but soon it would
be over. I was about to die.

The boards were moved out of the way and I waited fearfully. I
hoped it wouldn't hurt too much when that horse shoved two feet
of cock into my guts.

I heard the sound of hooves on the wood floor and I looked up to
see which horse would have the honor. I saw a large black horse
being led forward, but I honestly couldn't remember if I had
serviced this one yet or not. The events of the weekend were
really kind of hazy now. 

The horse was led over so that my pussy was in his face and he
could smell the semen dripping out of me. I watched as the
trainer reached down and started massaging the horse cock. It was
getting hard fast. Soon he was ready and the trainer led him up
and while one of the men held the reins she bent over to insert
his cock into my drizzling pussy.

I was startled when the man near my head suddenly crumpled to the
floor. I couldn't look down and see him and didn't have any idea
what was going on. I saw the trainer stand up and look towards
the door and suddenly there was a small black hole in the middle
of her forehead and she dropped to the floor. The horse was
startled and pulled back and ran back out to his corral. 

I was still confused. It looked like the trainer had been shot. I
heard little popping sounds but they didn't seem loud enough to
be shots. I looked around and saw more men falling to the floor,
some after running a few steps. None of them got far. I saw that
the big five were all dead. All of the cameramen were dead.
Everyone but me was dead. That wasn't right! I was supposed to be
dead. I wanted to be dead. I was ready to be dead.

I heard footsteps and I closed my eyes and waited for my turn.
Instead of being shot I felt my arms and legs being released from
the bench. I opened my eyes and saw Jim. He had a look of
absolute horror on his face. 

"Oh god, not again," I thought. "Not more things that he can't
forget. Oh well. It doesn't matter. I will just have to find
another way to die."

Jim pulled me off of the bench and carried me to his car. He put
a blanket over me and then he called 911. There were tears in his
eyes, he was crying so loud he had trouble telling the cops where
he was and what he had done.

When he got off the phone I told him to tell them that I did it.


He smiled at me and tried to kiss me, but I turned my head away.
He didn't realize where my lips had been.

"I am so sorry," he sobbed. "All of this is my fault. If I hadn't
been so stupid you would still be safe, at home, with me." 

"No," I said softly, "Don't be silly. I'm no good anymore. I am
going to die soon. I'm ruined now. Tell them I shot all the men.
You shouldn't go to jail for something like me."

He pulled me close and cried and I felt so sorry for him.

Finally the cops drove up. There were a half a dozen cop cars and
several ambulances. Jim got out as they approached and put his
hands in the air. The cops surrounded us and put handcuffs on
him. Then this big old redneck Georgia State Trooper came back
out from looking around the barn. 

He looked at Jim and said, "You do that?"

Jim nodded.

"Why?"

"They kidnapped my wife. If you look around you will find three
days worth of horrible movies recording all of the torture and
abuse she has suffered since she came out here Friday afternoon
at their request to make a business presentation."

The signs of what had taken place here were everywhere. The cop
looked around and then he took the cuffs off of Jim and asked him
if he had any other weapons. He said that he didn't. 

One of the cops came out of the house with the DVD with my
picture on it, from my first horse rape last year. I explained
what that was and who the five men were and why I was here. I
asked that I not be asked what happened in front of Jim. I know
that our marriage is over, but he has suffered enough.

When I was finally alone with the big trooper who seemed to be in
charge I told him everything, starting with what happened last
year. I put in every detail. He recorded it on his little tape
recorder. I gave a cold, honest, complete recital of the events
that had taken place. I didn't have to worry about my pride or
being humiliated any longer. I was going to die soon.

They had me show them around the farm. I showed them what little
I had seen and explained the paraphernalia I had become familiar
with. Then they found some clothing inside the house I could put
on and I took a quick shower and got dressed in the house.

The trooper took us in to the station in his car and on the way
in I asked if I could get a hamburger somewhere since I hadn't
eaten since lunch on Friday. He stopped and bought me a hamburger
and a coke. I could only eat a few bites before I started feeling
ill.

We got to the station and as soon as we arrived he called the
District Attorney. The DA wasn't all that happy about being
called in on a Sunday night, but he finally showed up and the
Trooper told him everything. By then they had looked at some of
my movies and were thoroughly disgusted. 

There was a long discussion, apparently the DA didn't want to
make a decision until morning, but the Trooper absolutely refused
to lock anyone up. The DA left after a few minutes and the
Trooper came out to Jim and I and said, "You two can go for now,
but we will have to talk to you some more before this is over."

He asked me where I would be staying and I gave him my address.
He asked Jim and I told him that Jim could stay with me, if he
wanted to.

Jim nodded and the Trooper explained that our cars would be
released tomorrow after the crime scene was processed. He handed
me my keys from my purse and he had one of his troopers take us
to my apartment. 

I went inside and Jim hugged me and tried to kiss me again. He
seemed sad when I refused. I tried to explain that it wasn't him.
I still loved him. I had never stopped. It was just that after
what had happened I could never kiss anyone again. I
was.....dirty.

He cried out and pulled me closer and forced his lips to mine.
"You aren't dirty," he sobbed. "You are a victim, and it is
mostly my fault. I fucked up in Vermont. I had trouble dealing
with things. Unfortunately I didn't realize what was important to
me until you left. I won't let you go again."

I smiled at him. I really loved him. "Yes you will," I said
calmly, reasonably. "It's worse now. This past weekend......well,
it's worse now. You can't love me now. You love who I was. I
think she is gone now. They killed her."

He held me close and said, "I know about this weekend, well, most
of it. I don't care. I already learned my lesson. I know you were
hurt, badly. You have been damaged mentally and physically. We
will work at it, you will get better. We will get better. I won't
let you go again."

I knew he meant it. It didn't matter though. I was going to die
soon.  I asked him how he found me. What he was doing here.

"I got that check you sent me, from the sale of the house," he
said. I tore it up. I was so pissed. Not at you, at me, for being
such a stupid asshole. I realized I had let the best thing that
had ever happened to me get away. No, worse than that, I didn't
let you get away, I drove you away. I threw you away. It didn't
take long to get your address. You can't keep secrets in our
little town. I got your address and drove straight through to
Augusta."

"I had gotten the name of the place you worked and I couldn't
wait for you to get home. I went to your office. Your secretary
told me that you were out of the office on business. So I waited
in the parking lot outside of your apartment for you to come
home."

"When you didn't come home I gave up and got a room in a nearby
motel and the next day I waited in the parking lot again. I was
getting worried but I didn't know what else to do. I called the
cops and they said that there were no accidents or anything, you
weren't in the hospital. There was nothing that I could do but
wait."

"Finally on Sunday I called the emergency contact number on the
door of your office. I had a terrible time convincing the
answering service that it was an emergency. They finally agreed
to try to contact someone. I ended up having to wait until church
got out for them to reach anyone."

"Finally your secretary called me in the afternoon and after I
finally convinced her that something was wrong she told me where
you had gone. Since last year I always carry a weapon. I had my
M1 carbine in the trunk with a couple of banana clips. I got it
out and drove out to the studio. I pulled up and went to the
house, but there wasn't anyone there. I heard a noise in the barn
and headed across the yard to the door. I saw what was happening
when I walked in and just started shooting. I went crazy. I
didn't even know how many men were there or if they had weapons.
I just wanted to kill them all. So I did. And I am glad. I wish I
could have done it last time."

My hero! No, really, I mean it. It is sad. He will feel bad when
I die.

I made him some supper. I ate a little. I couldn't stand much.
Then we just sat and held each other and comforted each other.

"I love you Jean," he said softly. "I am so sorry I was such a
dick. Believe me. I will never forgive myself for what I did. But
I outgrew it, I swear. It doesn't matter now. None of it matters.
Well, that's not true. Of course it matters. It happened to us,
to you. But I don't care anymore. That was a terrible experience.
You need help to get over it. I am going to help you. I am going
to get you all of the best professional help that there is. In
fact, you are going to meet Kevin tomorrow."

"Who is Kevin?" I asked.

"When I got back from reserve duty in Iraq I had some problems.
Kevin was the guy that helped me work through them. He is good.
It's like he can read your mind. I know, he isn't a rape
counselor, but he just has a way. I think he can help. I called
him from the police station and he is flying down in the
morning."

I smiled at Jim. He is so sweet. He really wants to help. I
almost wish it wasn't too late.

We went to bed together, with our clothes on. We just cuddled. It
was nice. It had been a long time.

The next day we went back to the police station. I called my
office and told them I probably wouldn't be in. 

Ten minutes later my boss was at the police station. When he
found out what had happened he was in shock. He offered to give
me as much time as I needed, with pay. He even offered to provide
any and all counseling that was needed.

He was so nice I felt guilty. I hugged him and told him to relax.
It wasn't his fault. Nobody blamed him. He had no way of knowing
that his clients were the mad rapists from my past.

"Doesn't matter," he said. "I'm gonna do what's right." 

I introduced him to Jim and they talked for a few minutes and
finally the Trooper came out of his office and said, "You folks
are all free to go. I have talked to the DA and there will be no
charges. Case is closed. Your cars are out back and your gun and
your other belongings are being brought out to you. All I ask is
that if you leave the area you let me know where you go in case I
need to get in touch with you. My boys found a lot of movies in
their store room and I suspect that there are going to be a lot
of crimes solved eventually, a lot of horrible crimes. A lot of
the men in those movies that are still unaccounted for are known
rapists."

I said goodbye to the Trooper and thanked him for being so nice.
I said goodbye to my boss and thanked him too. Jim followed me
home in his car and we went inside my apartment. I tried again to
explain that it was alright. I understood. I knew he could never
look at me in the same way again, that we could never be the same
way again. We were no longer that cute, young, innocent couple.

"No," he said. "We are just going to have to be who we are. Two
people who had a rough time but got over it and are still in
love, so it doesn't matter. I should have my ass kicked for
deserting you when I did. I know that now. I am so sorry. I swear
I won't leave you again. Not ever. Not even if you try to make
me."

I just smiled. 

Someone came to the door in the afternoon. It was Kevin. He had
treated Jim for post traumatic stress. I remember when Jim came
home from Iraq. He had been very quiet, but I had no idea he had
been having problems, or that he had been seeing someone about
it. That was while we were still engaged. 

Kevin came in and we talked for a while. Kevin certainly did have
a way about him. He made you feel comfortable talking to him. In
fact, we talked all night, all three of us. We talked and we
cried and we hugged and by morning I was not so sure I was going
to die.

Then we had to make some decisions. Jim understood that I could
not go back to our place in Vermont. He offered to move anywhere
that I wanted to go, even here if that was what I wanted. 

I didn't know what I wanted. It was going to take more than one
night of talking to straighten me out. I knew that now. But I was
starting to think that maybe, things might get better.

That was two years ago. Today, Jim and I are remarried. We live
in another small town in Vermont. If you are from Vermont it is
hard to not live in Vermont. 

We see Kevin a lot. He is our friend now, as well as a counselor.
I have a new job. We have a nice new house. No barn.

We are going to make it this time. We even make love again. And
it is good. In some ways it is even better. I can deep throat
now. Jim likes that, and I like it when it feels good for him.
Anal sex doesn't hurt at all. We don't do it often. It isn't a
favorite for either of us, but once in a while, what the hell.
The best part is that now we look each other in the eye and we
can smile and laugh. Yeah, we are going to make it this time.

THE END

Comments? Criticism? Email vulgus@hotmail.com
To that small group of disturbed people who have enjoyed my
previous efforts and encouraged me, thank you.


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